you always
wanted to be straightforward
in language
even in lifestyle hoping to
be direct, concise, no
beating of the bush
to be understood, yet,
you are a failure, they
still do not understand
you, in fact, they despise your
being straightforward saying
what they love is the curve
the enigma, that deep, deep
blue part, something that they
cannot figure out, to make them
restless and cruel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem