Romantic Poems

I imagine making love in the upper floor room
that heads straight to the City Hall

Of course there is a full bright moon shined by those
cars lamps prepared in the drizzling of Seoul City

But I swallow that spittle, your smile is really on the arm
your perfume attracts the winning nerve

I remember other things along the road
those tables offer pile of stinks

and, of course

...

I find yourself there...

(Ihsan Abdul Salam)