she said:
' I am hot? '
i said:
'you mean like a hot paper
red paper
green hot and skinny paper,
or
hot
like it is hot
it boils
and do not put your finger
you have to wait
or it will burn.
or hot
like
hot chocolate
hot late
hot like
the sun
or hot
as
i see you now
sweating.
and you need
my hands
to cool you down? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem