What It Is To Be Waiting For Your Lover

In my country, I always turn off the water,
the water being William Carlos Williams.

So fluent in Spanish, even God
and bullfighters understood him.

The gulls, already dressed in death ,
yet prayed to live.

Sure, the pipes break in winter,
cut in half by the smallest snowflake.

Have I explained this well enough?
Your copper vagina must be polished now.