Sari's posts with tag: blossoms of longing
Posted by Sari on Feb 1, '07 10:33 AM for everyone 
If you in the next life are a hawk
I will be dark rainclouds,
that cling to the mountains they pass over,
I will contemplate your tears
as you seek my mist,
watching intently from your perch
high on bare and leafless trees,
When you are about to swoop down on me
I will take shelter
behind a waterfall,
You will taste only my soft, moist spray;
I will take revenge for the hardness of your heart.
Posted by Sari on Feb 1, '07 9:45 AM for everyone 
Where are your fingernails now?
Will you not attend to my dejecton
as I aply oil to my skin
in the falling darkness of night,
Will you no longer observe me
as I pretend to sleep,
trying to suppress my laughter,
as I cradle my head on your lap?
And if I turne aside in displeasure,
who will it be, my love,
that seeks the direction of my gaze?
Have you no love that you abandon me like this?
tell me who will smooth my eyebros now
when they arch in faint annoyance?
Posted by Sari on Jan 29, '07 2:56 AM for everyone 
If you would seek me,
Look carefully
at the first twig of asana in bloom,
My restless longing you will find, my lady,
in the birds that appear and disappear
against the slopes of distant mountains,
You may find my bewilderment in the moon
too soon overtaken
by light of day,
And you will be reminded of me
when you tune your ear
to the call of the black cuckoo.
Posted by Sari on Dec 8, '06 7:06 AM for everyone
Arjuna on his depart from heaven:
If I die good lady, in the future,
may I become the soft rumble of thunder
that accompanies the bright light
of the full moon,
And if you, noble one,
should meet with my successor
what can be done about it - let it be,
But when you are lying on the sleeping mat,
listen to me,
lend an ear to my weeping,
May I be visible to you for a moment,
so that you cease your embraces
and remember the delights of making love with me.
Posted by Sari on Dec 8, '06 6:38 AM for everyone
And this too was rapturous-
to get up and go strolling
with with a garantung for music in hand,
If you would truly find pleasure
in an elopment
don't go at full moon
but on the second day of the waning cycle,
My steps were slow;
as if in trance
I took the arm of my partner
Deeply infatuated, I never left his side
while he played for me
gamelan melodies,
all along the way.
Posted by Sari on Dec 8, '06 6:28 AM for everyone
At the moment I was about to sleep,
he suddenly nudged me awake
to tell me we should go inside,
But when I entered the bedchamber
we both felt the desire,
and engaged in making love,
Not closing our eyes afterwards,
we delayed sleep
to fix my chignon,
now in disarray,
All the while we gazed at oil lamps
thet were gathered near the sleeping mat,
flickering, ready for flies.
Posted by Sari on Dec 7, '06 6:11 AM for everyone
When the moon was high
the beauty of our love-play
reached it's peak,
Without delay we changed the place of pleasure,
picking up the couch
and moving it to the garden below,
There we drank together pleasantly,
pressed close together
sharing single cup,
taking single meal,
Adantly we gave eachother
sips of our drinks,
and accepted whatever tasty morsel
the other had to offer.
Posted by Sari on Dec 7, '06 4:53 AM for everyone
There on the bed I found him
lying in wait for me
greeting me
with a teasing smile,
I came and sat beside him
resting my arm on his thigh,
while savoring the sweetness of his eyes
as he gazed into mine,
Whith his right hand he extended a flower
and used the moment to graps my breast
as I took the flower in mine,
He leaned forward to offer
a quid of betel from his lips;
I trembled as he kissed me
then playfully nibbled my cheek.
Posted by Sari on Dec 7, '06 4:44 AM for everyone
In early evening, after the eighth watch
my pleasure was to slip
into the garden unseen,
Just opening jasmine blossoms
found their places behind my ears,
blown there by gentle breezes
I was enchanted as I lay there
and gazed at the moon
full, yet not to bright,
from the screen of branches below,
Tranquile then, I returned to the house
as a servant arrived
and drew near
to playfully call me inside.
Posted by Sari on Dec 7, '06 12:32 AM for everyone
When the sun rode the western hills
spreading the pale light of sunset,
I would lie down on a couch,
Weak and weary from his constant approaches
how great was my pleasure to feign annoyance
when he asked the cause of my pain
He spoke in earnest
with words gentle and kind
as he clung ardently to my hand,
I grew more and more pleased
as he leaned forward on his arms,
to ask the roots of my sorrow.
Posted by Sari on Dec 6, '06 11:44 PM for everyone
When the day had begun to cool
I descended from my sleeping chamber
to the garden below,
Serenely taking shelter in the shade beneath its trees
I was unattended as I cool down
from the wet heat of passion,
Listless and fatigued I cover my self
with a wrap of boughs
and prepared to stand, naked while
Unaware of his approach behind me,
I was pleasantly startled
when he covered my eyes with his hands.
Posted by Sari on Dec 6, '06 11:36 PM for everyone
When the seventh watch arrived,
we found our pleasure while absorbred
in playful teasing on the sleeping mat,
Exuberance abounded
as we pressed down on the bed, eagerly taking
each other's place on the pillow,
When a little of his sweat trickled out
I wiped his face,
tracing his features with my fingers
to the hollow of his neck,
We found pleassure then in singing kidung lyrics;
his fingers played the melodies on my chest
and found a pretext to fondle my breasts
Posted by Sari on Dec 5, '06 8:05 PM for everyone
After I had bathed
and put on my make-up and jewelry
we would meet intimately,
sitting closely, side-by-side,
It seems in my memory that we applied
kohl to each other's eyes,
nearly overcome as we traded places
sitting on each other's thighs,
We found pleasure then too
as he arranged my hair,
placing frangipani flowers there one-by-one,
he sought affection as he fixed my kain,
at the point it had fallen open,
while hindered him,
pressing down his arms
to circled my waist.
Posted by Sari on Dec 5, '06 7:57 PM for everyone
In the morning I found pleasure
in being overtaken by daylight
as drowsily I groped for my loosened kain,
Crumpled where it had bound my legs
while drawing out my arms
which had been his headrest,
When just arising I shook free
flower petals and pollen
that scattered as I loosened my chignon,
Then I stood up and arranged my kain,
only then emerging from the bedchamber
wearing a cloth wrap,
stumbling along and resting by turns.
Posted by Sari on Dec 4, '06 8:22 PM for everyone
Maidservant, on the joy of love:
If taken in moderation, dear sister,
there is nothing to equal
the pleasure of taking a lover,
Once I passed nine nights
savouring the delights of love making,
My kain only then lost its freshness
saturated with fragrant oils
and perfumed unguents
from my lover's contact,
The sole other traces that remained
we on my breasts,
where slight pain reminded
from the traces of his finger nails.
Posted by Sari on Jun 12, '06 4:21 AM for everyone
Indifferent am I to the love in my heart -
my thoughts race this way and that,
Indifferent am I to the art of make up -
for powders or perfumes I have no taste,
Indifferent am I to food or sleep -
so intent am I on what is in my heart,
Indifferent am I to life or death -
for all I ca recall are the charms
of my beloved.
Posted by Sari on Jun 12, '06 4:01 AM for everyone As you wander along the seashore
and admit the beauty of distant mountains,
Trough dark, shrouding clouds
that change to delicate misting rain,
You may hear a sweet, rumbling thunder,
faint and restless its sound,
That will be the trasformation of my weeping
when I have died,
exhauted from the pain of longing.
Posted by Sari on Jun 12, '06 3:50 AM for everyone Potent, the word
of those who never knows sorrows,
Poison, to follow shamelessly after
the charity of wealthy,
Poison, to seek the complicity of a traitor
if you are observed,
Potent, to break off longging for someone
if they prove false in love.
Posted by Sari on Jun 11, '06 11:54 AM for everyone How can you go away,
you,
who were so single-minded in love making,
and exchanging the gift of life?
Where now shall I seek the charming things
you whispered to me
when we shared a single sleeping cloth?
Look back now and see my chignon
that has fallen open,
no more to be combed by four fingers
that would fall to the nape of my neck,
I will preserve with gentle care
the nail mark you inflicted on my breast-
let them be a reminder of my longing.
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