below is the poem - if anyone can translate it into Spanish I thank you
HER PICTURE IS ON THE WALL BUT IT’S NOT FRAMED
He feels
thousands of strands
of black hair
brushing back and forth
against his stomach.
He pushes her bangs aside
for a better view of her mercy.
When he looks down at her
she seems to be smiling.
He wonders if she really enjoys
what she is doing.
She wonders if
she is doing it right.
She glances up for a second
and then continues
- musing over the irony
of his pained expression
and desperate pleading
not to stop.
They both persevere.
Each one thinking
the other
is in control.
(David Curtis)