as he begins to write
she was telling her stories for the day
of course
he cannot do two things at this time
just like the way
how one man cannot serve two masters at
the same time
in an important quest like this
the ears and eyes and mouth collaborate
like string to a kite
and she could not resist it anymore
she stands from bed
goes hear him and kisses him hard
like a stone hitting
a wall
of course
he understands
the way a house admits
a stair
the way a window
closes itself at night
in conspiracy with the
stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem