This is something I discovered by the American poet Daniel Ladinsky. The line breaks are a little unbearable, but I find the poem appealing nevertheless:
Becomes the house we live in.
Who will want to sleep in your bed
If the roof leaks
Look what happens when the tongue
Cannot say to kindness,
"I will be your slave."
Covers her face with both hands
And can't bear
Click on the title for the link to a page with Ladinsky's poems.