I watch you
flit about the house
(a human butterfly)
in my MAMBO shirt
luridly colourful
wearing basically
a mad crazy painting
as if you were
a walking gallery.
The word MAMBO
in glorious calligraphy
splashed across your little arse
& now
you bend
to remove
a fallen object
where it lies forlorn
upon the ground
revealing
(oh holy of Holies)
the naked beauty
of you
in all its
glory.
I genuflect
before such splendour
(you my
epiphany)
take you
upon the tip
of
my tongue
holy as
a blessed sacrament
your gentle nakedness
the pinnacle of all
art.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem