He asked me
'How do you know
If It's love? '
I choked a laugh
and answered
In a low painful voice
'Because It either hurts
so bad you feel
your bones crack
or It's the closest
thing to paradise'
Then, like a curious kid
he asked me again
easily rubbing my spine
'Which one is it
with me? '
'Both' I answered
half asleep.
You have so wonderfully described the idea and feeling. Thanks, Arta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a clever poem, and I was amused and informed by it. Writing about love is almost an occupational necessity for a poet but it's a subject that presents many problems. Another poet at PoemHunter warned me last year of how easy it is to slip into sentimentality which is unworthy of a committed poet. Or you can oversimplify the subject which in real life is so complicated. OK, I've said enough! You overcome these problems through h-u-m-o-r. The situation you describe is not a simple-minded live scene - it shows the complexity, the uncertainty of emotions. And different time frames are involved: the speaker needs more time, she is not ready to surrender to her feelings, so she jokes and teases to buy more time. This will drive the young man crazy because he wants simple, uncomplicated results. Welcome to the Real World, young man. This is a Real Woman you're talking to.