I'm tearing it up on one side
you, the other
your gaze fixed on mine
mine to yours
as we grazed in rhythm
till the last kernel...
Then we freed the naked cob.
And so it began...
Governments went quiet
to heed the animated souls
of our slurpy "corny" smooches.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
as we grazed in rhythm... And so it began... Nice Melanie!