Talking & laughing
in bed
my hand innocently
between your legs
I nonchalantly
tap out
with nimble fingertips
Tchaikovsky’s
1812 OVERTURE Op.49
complete
with cannons
which, somehow
tickles your fancy.
I, then
conduct you through
a series of sparkling
renditions
of various popular
Classics.
POLOTSVIAN DANCES
with its awesome chorus
CARMINA BURANA
in all its magnificent madness
The RADETSKY MARCH
with its joyful swagger
before ending up
with your own
personal favourite
Khachaturian’s catchy
SABRE DANCE
My fingertips a blur
glistening with syncopation
you in particular
loving the peculiar
wild trombone
slide
and all those
delicious descending
little tickly notes
that leave you
panting in repose
all
played
out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such vivid and realistic presentation of a morning full of love....beautiful