At times a whale tail, diving slowly, elegantly,
Sliding through the surface tension to a ripple, barely.
At others, flashing fast as a Hummingbird wing:
A red-black blur of will she / won’t she seduction activity;
Then graceful, slender fingers and a supple wrist
Arcing and wheeling in a heady, Iberian ballet
Being all but explicit for those with blood red enough to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the imagery...Coach