Love is just a spiral of sensation
starting in a thought,
blinking through bedazzled eyes
breathing past lips
choking on a name
locked in the throat,
pausing in the lungs,
beating pounding throbbing
in the heart, the blood, the
shaky knees that take
a timid step
toward reality,
the warmth, the hope, the beauty of it
then retreat
back to the dream where
love is just a spiral of sensation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmm heady stuff indeed, intoxicating, addictive, will o' the wisp, Thanks M