Hot spring
Hot Spring
Sulfur perfume.
Red dragonflies mating,
The gushing of a river.
The dance of insects fill thee eye.
A small tree protects my body from the rays of the noonday sun.
Hail unto thee who art Hathor in they going.
Its loving hands touch the witness of my flesh.
It creates fire of air,
Thee innocence of intellect.
Thee hot spring is like a chalice of copulation.
Oh abomination, Oh!
Sulfur perfume.
Red dragonflies mating,
The gushing of a river.
The dance of insects fill thee eye.
A small tree protects my body from the rays of the noonday sun.
Hail unto thee who art Hathor in they going.
Its loving hands touch the witness of my flesh.
It creates fire of air,
Thee innocence of intellect.
Thee hot spring is like a chalice of copulation.
Oh abomination, Oh!