a hand size
glass crystal
clear
reflecting
the ceiling's
color
and amplifying
the carpet design
fall
into a a glass bole of water
as the crystal merges completely and
vanishes
into the water
an air bubble surfaces
and explodes leaving a puff of white smoke.
tell me
lady,
is this
my dream
or your
dream
or both?
because
it happened to me
that i shared the same dream
with a woman
who shares my bed, my night, and my pillow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem