Honeymoon Flanking the River Banks
Honeymoon— Flanking The River Banks
Let’s marry this summer, there…
The valleys across that easterly jungle,
Lives the gentle breeze the famous rivers flow;
And on the canes’ table, dinner in candle light
Underneath the lofty pine and fir,
In the backyards of the red-painted lodge
Linked with the valleys by the old logs’ bridge.
Hug on the gigantic rocks beaten boisterous
By the roaring rivers’ hoary water;
Or well by their banks sit on the slippery stones
And kiss for the forenoons’ slow hours.
Reclined lie long in the wild gardens
Hearing their growl,
Recall the old moving memories of love
Staring the blinking stars
Till late in the moonlit night.
And in the grassy meadows dance—
A sleeping dance!
Move curled as the passionate snakes
In the springs mate;
And then down the soft slopes
We’ll embraced roll!
And holding you hard in reverse hug
Standing by a stumpy tree,
You rock vigorous the curled belly
In concord with the thick thighs!
The ancient Arabs would call, Belly Dance.
And as the nomadic-lovers sport,
Beloveds run and lovers chase,
In the unbounded pastures along their banks
Spring over the shrubs stumble with the stones
Hide behind the trees’ barks
And catch near the thorny bushes—till dawn!
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