This shadow
flirts with my windows
and, with the door,
it occasionally carouses.
It makes the ceiling jealous
and the floor nervous
(so nervous i can almost feel
it twittering to itself.)
When this shadow
is not cast
but instead the body
lies with me-
oh i'd give an
eternity to remain this way.
But alas, light comes
packaged with shadow
and that shadow must
(unwillingly) entangle
itself with my house again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem