Timidly the woman’s hand touched
The centre of the man’s crotch spread wide
The man is big
He was beginning to go bald
The woman is suffering from schizophrenia
She is a possesser of a beautiful soul

‘How have you avoided men until now?’
She is the kind of woman the man would be likely to ask this question of
On their wedding night,

(Have a look)
(Go ahead and touch it)

This kind of thought
Would not be expressed in words
But the kind man would think it
The scene where he compares his thing with the woman
Was great, wasn’t it
I’m talking about a movie
I don’t think there is any other scene as beautiful as that
As tender as that
One day
Something awful happened
On a day I felt gloomy
For no reason
In a quite natural move
Inside me
I remembered that scene

(Have a look)
(Go ahead and touch it)

At that time
Instead of the woman’s hand extending
A hand was extended within me
My fingers touched something very warm
Dark
And deeper than anywhere else, the human crotch
The man who can spread his crotch wide open
Like that
What sort of man was he?
In the movie
This human experience
At that time
Resurfaced inside me
It warmed me from deep inside
Me who was crushed

‘Don’t you think that she has blossomed in every way after marriage (with me)?’
The hand extended gently from within me
And the image of touching the warm penis
This and the grace-like tenderness
Where did they come from?

For example,
In spring, they appear suddenly from underneath the snow
Impudent, like black soil
For example,
Like fresh-boiled, new hot water
But
No metaphor is adequate
It was the very
Essence of life
Life itself