With excitement of a bee
One mind, with its secret
Pollinates another.
Swells to betray, all summer long
What no bough can smother!
Not as a body I sneaked her
But as vignette between
The sanctums of our fear.
Not so loud, who recognises
Herself could overhear!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
James, such a lovely poem........................