You laugh when I eat ice cream too fast
I blink with brain freeze headache and it is humorous to you
She's on nine clouds
And I feel we stepped on to an allegory that led to a completely new order best expressed as glorious disorder
A poor man's January
Nothing to look forward to in the year ahead
Except periods of silliness
The shield that love throws up as protection
What kind of friend are you?
The kinds that bonds with laughter
Not uses laughter as a cutting instrument
It gets personal without interruption
Soon, soon, we'll be able to set the terms of a living rendezvous
Soon, soon, we'll dictate the time allotted for us and us alone
We'll pay all expenses with reason
And we'll weep with knowing how much we have ahead of us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem