As the rose petals open.
I watch the humming bird as it flows to the point,
why is my tongue so blissful and wishing.
Of her juice where so it is, as for me…does lily know?
Raising the sound, why does the bird drink?
Asks both of the small school aged girls.
If I could and would you like unto rose so drink too?
Looking down into her eyes there I said,
good mami where is it that you taste it from…
Don't touch the thorn as it drips!
Look at the other look what It is, as for me.
We all want, what it wants, that your lips open kissing.
Do you suppose that it can thus be,
and the humming bird flies away then hums and exhales.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just recently quite a few beautiful birds have taken a leisurely bird bath in my dear mothers garden! I was amazed at how calm they were in my presence! lol A beautiful write on the delights of summer goings on... Smiling at you Tai x