she reads to me
the story today as
i lay on my bed
waiting for her
to sleep with me
that:
there was this old
man holding the
hand of an old
woman and this
young woman was
curious about how
they were able to
keep their love
strong and glowing
and the old man said
i am holding her because
i do not want her to fall
down the road that we
are walking together
and she said to me
darling how lovely
would commitment be
and i said come my
love sleep with me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem