It reminds me of cheese and probably pie too
The way you wear your head, how your spectacles rest
Upon that thinking nose, it gives me shivers of delight;
Like an umbrella during a storm, you sheltered your greatness
A canvas of savage hue, with its intricacy in dissolving purpose
Bubbles pop and grow wings into the windowpane
With every brush, with every word
The wonderfulness grows louder
Utter more than a whisper
Blink more than just a thought
As I obsess over your lip-movements
I'll hide your thoughts under my mat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem