Between the sheets
One was languid and newly aroused,
The other was fire and bursting with passion.
She was parched firewood to his heat,
Drenched in his lightning, a firestorm kindled in
For the neighbors´ears they cared not a jot,
Happily secure behind locked doors.
What need for go-betweens and ceremony
Now flesh to flesh was joined?
Like water to a thirsty traveler, their release;
Their love-game ended, a dead soul was reborn.
Ling Mengchu (1580-1644)
Övers: John Scott and Graham Martin
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