i sit down
beginning to write
what i may call
another poem this morning.
i stop for a while wanting
to get nude a la Erika and
by then i begin to understand
how is it to be naked and
become one curious pen searching
for beautiful words in your
naked body this early morning
when the sun still shies away
from giving us what light
we really deserve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem