Reciting for me
like you did for your Grandmother
when you were a little girl I
measure the sweet shyness in your voice,
hesitant and soft with emotion. I
listen to the girl in the woman. I
wait for each pausing breath.
Selecting the pieces,
arranging the words that you memorize, I
the teacher, and you my loving student
enter into the fullness of your words
as the modulated shyness falling
from your lips changes you;
the sounding woman in the girl.
Between, in the silence
of the pause, breathing, I
hesitate in the shyness of your lips
and kiss the falling texture of the sound.
The pirate has love in his heart as well as breeze from the sea air, a lovely poem
Every female has a little girl somewhere inside. You have captured this well. Excellent.
Wonderful, words kissing words within poems, a lovely lilt to this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You hereby prove that you are not just a master in capturing the fire, fury and the elusive charm of the roaring seas but the beauty and the lure of sounds falling from the lips of a woman and giving it such romantic aura!