I’ve just arrived
And the landlady told me with a sigh
Beautiful are your relations.
Write a poem and describe
Your incredible love and passion.
Honestly, I have never thought
If they are beautiful or not.
For me to describe them
means
to can the wild wind,
to pull the curtains and debar
the first sunbeam from coming in,
to pour concrete on the green grass
and install cold metal benches.
I will face the storm wind
even if it is from your words.
I will dance in the rain
even if it is from my tears.
I love to make fun of you,
to shower you with a thousand words
and watch you in them, tangled
like a kitten in the knitting thread,
and wish it never to end.