freud says
the real problem lies in bed
we sleep together
without touching each other
when i face north you
face south
the window is open
and the moon is full
the warmth of the moon
is not enough for me
and this time i bought
a thicker blanket
to protect me from the cold
two or three-fold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem