There is this
convoluted old kitchen
within
which I still dwell
waiting for the floor patches
to burst into dryment
You were sitting on the
draining board
only the tip of the toe
in touch with the floor
and you played the guitar
consequently
failing your B chords
but it is a good thing,
you said
for the touch of sentiment
will come where
the cleanness crumble
When I nodded and leaned
over to touch your
uncovered strip of belly
we spilled the water decanter
Fri vers (Fri form)
av Tomas Söderlund
Publicerad 2013-03-22 10:10
ej medlem längre
du skriver strålande även på engelska med. mer enkelt- naket, avskalat- utan metaforer. jag tycker mycket om det. kontrasten till dina dikter på svenska, och samtidigt släktskapen med dem.
2013-03-22