there is something else
more than love
or lust
there is something else
going on outside us
no one can ever know
because they only see us
never had they lived with us
so we begin to fall in love
it is not like the ordinary opening of beers
or stirring of milk
or the seeping of tea together
on Saturday afternoons
i believe there is something much
nobler than these
that we must recognize
i believe that when you sleep beside me
she does not really care what is going on outside her
her body is as warm as mine
we trust, and that could be a happy ending.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem