The first shower home, you are
Falling away from me like coin slipping into a gutter.
The soapy bubbles of your quick-pop! -kisses slide down
my legs, toes, the dark drain and pop-pop drown.
Cheap candy-pink shampoo conquers my hair;
the oils of your soft fingers scurry away;
water elopes with the breath on my ears left by your gasps and mutters
Your fingers dive intp the tab, to stick instead to there.
Washing away you, the first shower leaves traces
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem