O’ goblet of wine, red, smooth and fine,
You’re none but mine.
When you rise and kiss my craving lips,
Away reality slips...
When I begin to feel your sweet, soothing touch...
I loosen my clutch.
My mind and will you start to seduce,
O’ potent juice.
All laughter morphs into exotic music...
By your magic.
The colors of flowers meld together like wax...
As I relax.
Your caresses make my vision blur and fade...
But I feel not betrayed.
For I know that this is the way you love,
And elevate my senses above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting format.....was easy to read....good peom.