You are watching a bee whizzing by in the room
The way
You ate your milk pudding
Three days ago.
Only after mere three days of my cajoling,
Coaxing, feeding, lying
You reached this serenity:
Thin, naked
Your pale, still unripe breasts showing,
Leaning against the board,
Nibbling a mackintosh apple. . .
translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat
My favorite
Glad to hear that.