I give her the benefit of the doubt
Well, when I wrote that poem she was inside my head
And I dived as a submarine
Into a little sea of understanding
And she is the periscope
There are waves and
Some uncertain destinations
Where to go
Where to stop
How to describe the places above land
And underwater
She was in my mind when I wrote that
And I gave her a lot of forms:
a bird,
a bat,
a dinosaur,
a fighter,
a warrior
And I was so sure about her, because
She once told me
About her agitations
I got premonitions though that when she reads it
She will deny herself
The pleasure of seeing her own movie
Her own character in the game
That she loves and she is
Really into.
Indeed, she says she is not.
I give her
Due process. She may not be that fourth woman
But to my mind
she is and she giggles in my brain
And she even asks me: how much is that brain?
That pound of flesh? Did you buy me respect?
Darling, my brain is yours through and through
My flesh is just a finger away, a lip away, a tongue away
Respect is not for sale,
it is earned
with time, and
Honesty
To feelings
Now, I give respect you respect.
You are that fourth woman.
You are the woman of my life.
I appear to you naked.
Touch me. Feel me.
Be honest.
Say that you love me.
Tell me that you care.
I am your submarine. You will be my sea and I will not be afraid
Of uncertain destinations. I am bound to be lost anyway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem