If we
just
lay it out
on a table
The truth would be
something as ridiculous
as you stole
my marriage
[and I loved it]
I'd do it again too…
over
and
over
It's most likely
that my pen
wrote the future
in a history context
I'm not claiming to be Houdini
but
she'd have stayed
if I never met you
or
studied your panties
while I
wrote
her goddam
end
You're just a bucket of lust
that's why I love
you
Then again
I don't write the truth
I do
butterflies, flowers
birds, worms
and
bees.
-x-
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I would like to translate this poem
You're just a bucket of that's why I love you............butterflies, flowers birds, worms... very good poem dear poet. thank u very much. tony