what did we do?
we made love and rolled over in our beds;
and whispered sweet words as afterplay
and whispered words of genuine love
and now we each lie in different beds
in different homes
with lovers who too had other histories
and their fair share of naïve decades;
and Raphael’s invisible Cupids
who preside over love and love-making
and marriages made in Heaven
wonder:
What is this thing we prescribe called love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Vishal Thanks for your comment but brief as your comments are, I hope they are not meant to be judgmental of the persona or of persons in such situations as the poem alludes to. Poetry, as you are very likely to know, enters into the world of our fellow human beings and captures for all to see the human condition. By the way, I hope to see your poems online soon at your site.