Translation Poem by Shelly Price

Like a blind woman,
I felt his lips
when they formed
words of love,
warm short breaths
followed by a cool intake
and a release.

I heard his heart
on the tips
of my fingers,
and taught my own lips
how to beat
in the same rhythm.

I spoke into his palms,
licked the line
of his life,
and found enlightenment
in this primitive
ritual
of mating -

Every movement
we made
became a translation of love;
his body spoke
in long drawn out moans,
his mouth moved
like a willow
in the wind.

and I interpreted
every word he created,
I deciphered
and defined,
I learned

sensuality.