at first he listened
attentively to her stories
her past
cries and she cries heavily
on your shoulder
and you were such a foolish lover
trusting her
she is the vixen
you are too foolish to close your
eyes
when she kisses you her eyes were
open
she rises above love and jumps
beyond its borders
trying to figure out which pasture
is greener
over there, over there, over there.
how foolish are you to be just her
stepping stone
her jumping board to another pool.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem