Goddess Bathing
In the marvellous bosom where the rays slick beauty in peace,
The naked flesh feels the kiss of silvery breeze,
In the soft skin the light intoxicates the eyes,
In happiness like shining marbles the rocks touch her feet,
Like Pygmallion's Galatea carved from white ivory,
Her naked arms, loin, shoulder, slender neck and rounded breast display nature's marvellous artistry.
In the white flesh where the pinky dots in the breast the life's secret close,
In bosom's unknown tints pleasure touches the eyes as a pinkish rose,
In the lighted breast where in virgin warmth in happiness pulls off all secrets of the flesh,
In veneration the golden light gleams on the tress,
Under the bent knees in the wafting breeze,
In an unstable image moving in light's and shadow's tremulous rings,
In fluidity beauty's image disperse and sings.
Here I peacefully watch :
She tilts her head to the crevice on the rock,
While the running water in the stream of emotion blobs and plops;
As the sprinkling water touches her face,
The rainbow her body embraces;
She bends, bows, touches in gentleness the overhanging rock's untarnished glaze;
Like a bewitching mineral vibrating in rays,
Like a marble statue in communion with the flesh,
In the crystal clear water, like topaz, she gathers in the palm pale-yellow light's bright shinning blaze.
In the palm's hollow concave space,
Where she tries to imprison the movements of the water running out of a groove split in a place,
While the changing time never stays immobile and always stoops,
An unceasing continuity of motion fingers evade,
Time flying in touch and feelings restate the ephemerality of the sandbed,
The eternal beauty stands as a statue in her beauteous blaze.
In the unkempt hair, loosen in the light, as her beauty dream's Galatea recalls,
Along the bosom the running streams trace the temporal fall,
Lifting the arms in serenity as she feels the water's, wind's and light's caress,
Dividing the running streamlet through the fingers in the shinning runlets,
As she bathes in my eyes where the sunlight cascades,
I watch her as the goddess with whom Pygmallion wished to sleep in a mortal world of blood and flesh,
Without being apprehensive about the mortal gaze,
Like a stag she in my mind a hunter's passions raises.
DREAM TO SLEEP WITH THE GODDESS