Coming to the ball
each
and every being
masqueraded unto
themselves.
Heavy masks
each hand
is well...
concealed.
Reaching
over one shoulder
for the cheese.
Champagne ignored
as that
would, reveal
poached eggs.
Perfume, cologne
unmistakably
brief.
As the melody
of love once
in the air.
unbeknownst
danced.
Cheek to cheek.
Face to face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good... your write poetically! By the way, MERRY CHRISTMAS!