Climbing the hill
climbing into the sun
I(wounded in love)
staggered and fell
clutching you to my chest
rolling in heather together.
And you, saying: “This...
would be a good day to die
...happy as this! ”
And I saying: “I’d rather
live for you
...live with you! ”
And you going all coy
with a mock “Oh, my! ”
And you saying:
“Are you sure? ”
And me saying:
“Sure, I’m sure! ”
And you said:
“Can I think ‘bout it? ”
You give it a second’s thought
& smile.
“Sure! ”
And sure enough
you did
(and showed me a spare pair of panties
and toothbrush in your pocket)
“Just in case you asked...a girl has to be prepared! ”
I laughed
never so sure
of anything in all my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem