on Extasy

I love to translate anything attracts my passion 

from Japanese to English or English to Japanese.

And love doing some art work, too.

This is what I embodied the image floating in my mind when I first experienced...IT. 

Paradise bird

                 this is a caged bird...my man often says that he loves me so much that he wants to imprison me in a cage

Before my eyes was thickly-growning glossy green foliage

The air smelled sweet and erotic

Though there was  not the sun in the sky, each outline of everything I saw was standing out vividly

I heard a song someone singing somewhere

A bird appeared in front of my eyes

It had vivid green crown, brilliant red body, the tip of its wings was shining gold

From the tip of the wings sprinkling golden powder,

Paradise bird beckoned me to follow it

When the tip of the wings brushed my cheek,

My whole body got shivered with pleasure

The golden powder marked a way

It guided me to the deep green forest further and further

The golden wingtip moving gracefully in the corner of my eyes

In the way ahead what I am going to find and where I am going to go

Thinking of it almost makes me shiver again

When I'm riding on you

One day my man says:

'When I'm riding on you,

I feel like riding on the world.

I feel like being the king of the world.'

the figure of 翡翠

I feel somehow sad to see the kanji for jade, 翡翠, to hear the sound of the word, hisui

It smells like a sad love

It is so fragile, deeply as an abyss

Meanwhile, I see the color of water behind it

which is seen in a deep valley

where is in the heart of mountains

Lady of Crimson Red

An opium den floats in haze somewhere in Shanghai

There you sit, Lady of Crimson Red

Marble skin and dark skin

Laughter; scream; sigh; sound of two sticky liquids of joy mixed

You always listen to them with your head slightly tilting

Snow-white skin and sun-tanned skin

Invisible smell of sweat and viscous liquid shimmering above two flesh

You always inhale it

Pearl skin rides on bronze skin: then bronze skin rides on pearl skin to fold it tight

Pearl skin is gradually tinged with rose

You always see it

Therefore you are so deeply red

absorbing the sound, the smell, and the scene into yourself.

rose

Imagine

a ray of light in darkness

There, at the end of the spotlight, you find a crimson red rose

Or, you find

crimson red rose petals lying scattered on the floor

It depends on individual tastes in which one you see the beauty

As far as I'm concerned I am entranced with the latter, rose petals

The petal feels velvet when I pick it up with my fingertips

I wish to fondle the velvet petal forever, gently with my fingertips,

taking care not to make any

scratch on it

Simultaneously I feel an urge to squash it with all the strength of my fingertips,

or get seized with an impulse to scratch the graceful surface of it,

sinking my nails into the velvet