Here We Are Together

No one finds us here; here we are together, On a white marble in the bosom of naked night You brood over my soul worn in blue dress At the shore of a river beneath a moonlit hillside Where the moonlight sleeps on the bed of water. Where the shivering hands of breeze embracing And caressing our tender breast corsage. Being scared of certain peeping eyes far away They are the Godesses of night or the Sweet hearts of Moon, Their eyes nictitating so coyly looking at the cupid moon While my lover covered her eyes with her pellucid palm When I kissed her pinkish nail beds. Like a soft hair I diffused over her fringes. I nuzzled my nose all over her nude ridges. Here we're together, we're together Who can hear the song of our souls here? Oh I cannot write anymore here that I'm so sleepy, Clenching my pen between my right thumb and index-finger. When I write her name here in a white paper Over my name, over my name at midnight Sitting on the shore of a river in a moonlight night.