I like the dance of a man and a woman
Just the two of them
The man dances always behind the woman
And they mimic the art of wooing
To the sound of two lutes
Edward martin
& paul berget
at first the dance was sweet and charming
the man almost kissing the woman
while he holds her swaying hips
somehow the dance did not last that long
and people are aghast
the woman fell down
hurt her leg and so embarrassed
she could not stand
the man could not help it
he called for medical help
for first-aid
it was not the plan
all the lights were turned off
the curtains fell
it was more than the dance that I saw
accidents do happen even on stage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem