An unhealthy love born online
After distant months we met
A dry January London evening
Me as late as ever by the stair.
As the lift doors slowly opened
It was in the radiance of your eyes
An expectant kiss sealed it all
Much more than an hello peck.
We walked the gallery in sardonic
Observation on what passed for art
In the gentle linking of two arms
We were already drunk on our touch.
The inevitable walking hand in hand
Under lamp lit streets oblivious
To the noise and people as you crushed
In my arms your voice changing in tune.
A painful needy goodbye after kissing
In that underground looking forward
To my warm hands pressed to
Your cool firm back one day.
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I would like to translate this poem
Worthless doggerel? Not this one!