Billowing, blustering, engagingly enchanting
the transient passion exceeds the logic.
The skeptical scrutiny yields to mystic beauty
and upon the horizon bloom demigods chanting.
Incessant, endless and eternally gothic
stealthily, secretively, breathlessly panting
enthralled in mysterious astrologic
incantations amidst sweet revelations.
Returning is the presence of the tongues of fire
resonating bursts of lost desire.
We've escaped with great throngs of thoughtlessness,
naked and scintillating, we explode through barriers
into a higher consciousness.
Wispy, withering, sultry and tropic
we whisper of wonderment
inducing sensual raptures.
The bursting palpitating heart she captures.
Engulfing flames scorch a chain reaction
in a fluctuating motion of interaction.
Elusively swimming through the tempers of passion.
Never will her sumptuous sensualism turn to ashes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the transient passion exceeds the logic, yields to mystic beauty, sweet revelations, the presence of the tongues of fire, into a higher consciousness, inducing sensual raptures, swimming through the tempers of passion. These are the points i collected from your poem after carefully reading it. Do you mean the joy will never end as you write at the end? I do not know really.. sumptuous sensualism will never end? ? I wonder about the use of words always about your poem.. i know english is your mother tongue.. but still you use it so well… in all your poems it is to be seen. To get to the meaning….. one has to dive deep into your poems. It is a rare ability that you have and very original.. thank you very much dear poet Paul.. tony
Hi Tony, I will write some shorter poems especially for you. My tendency it to be somewhat overdone but a few shorter pieces will be coming. Thank you so much for your comments and compliments. Warmest regards, Paul