give it life, a worm perhaps
singing underneath or wriggling under the sun,
give it color, perhaps the color of dawning light
find warmth, perhaps a blanket or a pillow
where you curl on a cold night
have some taste, something sweet from a cola
or sour from a fermented apple, a cider, yes
some vinegar from sugarcane,
give it some sense, a tricky word, a picky wit,
or just a prick of a bitter joke,
mix everything in a bowl of
the moment, and leave it there,
for a while or even better
for weeks, with your
absence,
if you leave,
leave cautiously, cover it
slowly, with your smile
say something
so sweetly.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Leaving should be done cautiously. Love should be motivated with great joy. Writing a line for love is great really. This poem is interesting one.