You,
the pulsating blood,
the gasp in the breath,
the dizziness in the brain,
electrical dissonance
preceding explosions of ecstasy!
You,
the laughter born of the life in magic,
the vessel God poured on his best day,
the note soprano Seraphim have not reached,
the leap that dancers only dream,
when they have seen the
great bird of the north.
Time, like gossamer,
falls before our feet as we join,
and worlds buried for eons under water,
rise majestically to the surface!
Yo...would love to know what you were thinking or who you were thinking of when this eruption of love took place...nice write...Coach
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I would like to translate this poem
beautiful and very passionate pouring love in every cup of this water