What to make of the Zairian's virile smile?
No snake slithers with such style.
No cock crows as loudly and yet
when a whisper is needed,
his breath is as soft as an infant's cooing.
Belissima. Zouk music is as bright as day-
light above white white beaches
Oh yes, this is the way to sway
into the sweet singer's mirth
chorus responds in syncopation
to his commands. We join the harmonies
in words from a language
earthbound and utterly delicate.
As his mouth flames intoxication
Congolese rhythms, homesickness, and beauty's power
the Chicago girls get wasted, somewhat
in the miracle of shadowed lust.
Zouk music in the snowbelt.
Sex on the beach
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem