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!