Sitting here writing in an Arizona afternoon,
listening to 'That's the Way I Like It',
loving that it fits me perfectly right now.
An interior happiness filling my being with
joy, swinging, rocking, stepping into every
sound and tone while writing.
Tantalizing, tempting every beat in synch
and intellect, shifting, twisting, turning
in melodies of perfection as life revolves
in spheres interiorly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem