I walked across the room
sat down at your desk...my feet just grazing the floor...your chair is high...
it suits you...
.leaves me swimming...like a penguin under water....a bit slower...almost able to flip and twirl.......
I stretch out my arms...to lay them flat on the surface where you write....
what's this?
through the lace, the eyelets of my peignoir's hasty sleeve....
.the left, to be exact...
.there is a stickiness......I lift my arm to examine it....
I see what appears to be a tattoo....in fine detail..
.curliques and florettes....asterisks and umlauts...
..all printed.....
on me..
.in the spilled ink of your subtext.......
shall
I bathe....
shall
I be bound in soft leather....
.illustrated further.....
.as prologue........
.epilogue..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I admire your words.. in the open.. That ten is from.. a secret admirer.. :) ..iip