After the marquee dance I crossed a field of frosty turnips
My stilettos cobbling on the rutted furrows
The taste of a farm boy's kiss
Was still on the end of my tongue
We'd held lust at arm's length
Short circuited our parting
The moon was a fat Buddha
Clouds drifted across His face like holy incense
It was after a day of snow
On the far edge of winter
Back at a corner of the tent,
On the damp grass, a girl
Was telling her boy that she was pregnant
The doors within two lives slammed shut
Outside, the windows of a car were steaming up
A teenage boy was vomiting into a bush
Inside, erections were waltzing close
To red hot pants
Lol. I love it. The Lord said " Go forth and multiply" so you kids are doing a good job. Excellent poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The moon was a fat Buddha Clouds drifted across His face like holy incense.....beautiful imagery delineated by the lines.. love step by step on the body of country side growing up like the hide and seek game.......