Sweet as newness on the tongue.
There’s a humming, thrumming, an infectious excitement,
bright behind the eyes.
Butterflies flutter elliptical orbits, colours obscured
in pinwheels rising to the throat.
Spinning through a vivid passage to that other place
Where heart-beats race and sharp slivers of desire
Mark and trace the path to ecstasy.
Tell me what’s the secret and I’ll be yours,
‘Cos feeling you just feels right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem