Lift the glass to your lips
savour the aroma
engage the bouquet
what happens
transports you
but to where
You need a helen
to know your wine
like a ship needs a port
to feel at home
flags flying
throats throbbing
burgundy surging
to meet helen
waiting to be discovered
in ocean depths
locked in vats
impenetrably deep
eye meets eye
lip locked to lip
self is renewed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh yeah...such spontaneous feeling which can only be felt but how well u put it in words!