There is this Japanese cross stitch.
The art looks ancient.
It is of a gigantic curling wave on the ocean.
As I look at it, the head
of a lost demigod forms
there at its very crest
or maybe forbidden lovers
tangled passionately in
the consent of the libidinous waves.
I am certain the wave
folded and the lovers
had to part and go home --
each to the person they had married.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem