Let’s make poetry in bed
I’ll let you write on my arms
Was it love you said?
The room gets colder
But I know you’ll move in closer
The curtains are whispering
These sheets are excited
I smile as you looked away
Your gaze was a culprit
It’s amazing how weird this is
The kind of weird I’d marry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem