I don't know what is sweeter:
The anticipation,
The kiss, or the reflection.
Before, I watched her eyes shimmer
And saw her lips quiver -
She glows.
Then, as our tongues speak silently to each other.
I feel her pressed to me as a lover.
We glow.
After, I await the slowing of the world
As my mind returns from where it has been hurled.
I glow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem