Her soft, wet body
leans into mine
her legs, her thighs
move against me...
time and rain fall on
standing hand in hand
before our 3-bedroom house
now, we own
two Acuras
...and a golden retriever
autumn gust
blowing off my heart
her last words
You're like an onion;
the more layers I peel...
the distance
between sun and moon…
the apparition
of my ex-wife's face
in the rush hour crowd
in the mirror
Father's face and mine
overlapping
on New Year's morning
I take an ice-cold shower
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem