A transparent rush
of beauty that even
eyes could see...
turning adrenalin on
to desire and heart
to pleasure.
Queer a scent of burns
hitting the nerves and
a mounting smell poking
nostrils like a soap foam.
Look for the red,
when rubies come to play;
Red is rubies necessary color.
Page the ruby and sink your eyes
beyond, and so you will see, at-last
you will find that rubies are always Red.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem