They hear the lust of skin
the contentment of heart
As you made love
into last night
they hear the delightful teasing
of some other,
the sweetness of words spent
not for husband or brother
they hear the child you bore
a portion of your soul
hear the pain of delivery
the unfathomable joy
they hear when with a
freshly broken heart
and the despair of 15 years
you took a lover into your arms
they hear the ecstasy
female touch not meant to be
the apprehension, the elation
the longing forbidden
they hear the emptiness
of mourning in still times
the cry for lost memory
and seeds of future tales
regardless of what they see
my eyes
they hear the thing felt
like an indistinct melody
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem