Bare breasted
as any Minoan Princess
weights grasped
like electricfying snakes
easily in each
hand.
She stands
as if a brilliant ancient mosaic
had come suddenly
alive
only that minute
& in that moment
almost expecting her
to grab the bull by the horns
& leap
over its charging back
as was the wont of a many a Minoan
way back then!
I feel like a proper
Cretan cretin
stumbling across
(by miraculous accident)
this treasure
his Princess
fascinated by the tiny
trickle of sweat
winding amazingly
between her breasts
catching both
our breaths
(gazing with a wild surmise)
as it heads for
the mystery of her
...holy delta.
Ooh la la Donall! When did you write this? Under the light of a full moon perchance? ? ? HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hardly recognise this goddess figure as me, Dónall, but thank you for the lovely compliments! This will encourage me not to get lazy and to keep up my efforts to keep fit!