A strong moonless night
Its presence clear, forceful
I run a dark and unseeable path
Undulating below me, up and down
Winding ahead of me, to the left then the right
I feel for my footing uncertain and hesitant
And strain to keep pace with you as the horizon
Swallows the sun
Then I hear you breathing hard as you run up
Behind me
I wonder at your surefootedness
And of a sudden you are next to me
On the downhill edge of the path
Reaching your arms around me heavy and wet with sweat
You hold me so tightly I cannot catch my breath
Yet I struggle to breathe in your pungency
And when I do oblivion washes over me
You have intoxicated me yet again
And I turn my lips to yours to taste you tasting me
All these years later
The memory viscerally clear and
Nearly profound
Sweet oblivion
I am drunk again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice! You did a great job of putting the emotion into your words! A+