FOX AMONG THE FOXGLOVES
white foxglove
creeping along
the bottom of the wall
love
a foreign language
she can't understand
love
she listens to it
but can't speak it
a lozenge of sunlight
floats on her bath water
just above her pubic hair
the bath
with its big claw feet as if
it would march off with her
the scum of him
floating off her like clouds
drifting across the now cold water
she sticks a big toe up the tap
to stop that annoying drip
her rubber duck smirks
her newly shaved legs
a patchwork quilt of toilet paper
to stop the bleeding
a lozenge of sunlight
rests upon
a chaise longue
naked she wears
a sun printed
white flesh bikini
fox among the foxgloves
in a world of its own
the naked woman doesn't notice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem