Miles and miles
of potential playtime
bundled up beside her
Between two prongs
she produces
another layer of
human fur--a curious
thing I don't comprehend
A pleasant reverberating tone
emanates from her face
I can't tell exactly where it comes
From her
comes fur and song
but what I love most
is her company
Translator's Note: Dima thought it only fair to write a poem about my wife after writing a poem about me. The "human fur" he refers to is clothing. That "pleasant reverberating tone" he refers to is her humming an opera piece. He wanted to let his fans now that this poem was also written to make her feel better. She hasn't been feeling too well these days.
No comments:
Post a Comment