she is white skinned
at a closer look she is pale like dawn
her skin at a much closer scrutiny
is dry like paper ready for the write
a blue ink can provide a color
a story
she just broke up with an old flame
and to forget
(that is what she is telling me) she
immediately said yes to a new boyfriend
this time short but not timid and not
so square jawed
she says the new one is oozing with sex appeal
and seeing him is enough for her to salivate a bit
she is happy, she assures herself that
prepared to forget the ex
whose feet drags slowly to the Italian church
she smiles at me and no matter what
all i can say is that
despite the curves of her lips
she is still looks very very sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem