|
The Forest of Love
Stalwart as a tree
His deep embrace squeezes the vine
with branch-like arms
When I want to sleep
he makes love
the whole night through
Like the bee that lingers
on the fragrant jasmine
he sucks my lips...
The forest has burst open
with a thousand blooms
but the bee is enraptured only
by the jasmine and her honey.
(Vidyapati)
|
