You were almost
undressed.
I had only taken off my shirt
when a leaf
floated through the window
& came to rest
on a chair.
It just sat there
looking at us
as if to say:
“Don’t mind me
I’ll just sit &
watch.”
“I always wondered what
humans got up to! ”
“I feel that leaf is
watching me! ”
you shiver.
And yes, I guess
in a way...it is.
“It’s like somebody’s spirit! ”
“Maybe they died in this very room! ”
You couldn’t shake the sense
of a perverted spirit being a peeping tom disguised as a leaf.
I laughed but
still ‘n’ all you made me put the dirty little leaf out in the hall.
I didn’t think it was a spirit
just... you know...a curious leaf.
Now, it will never know
what us humans get up to
in the privacy of our own hotel rooms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unless you leave a stain on the bed cover.