when the zipper opens
a red bird comes out into the open
but would not leave him
it loves the nest of black weeds
attracting a tongue
a pair of lips, wet with raindrops
and honeydew
last night there was a reunion
of shadows
the moon by the window was
silent as snow
the following morning
his smile is as wide as the zipper
of her bag.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its make me laugh and learn from the 'Zipper opens'.... as wisdom wind the each gift....your poem lighted my sleepless night....beautiful Judge... God bless a 10 +++