As Hand Is Put To Head Poem by gershon hepner

As hand is put to head, sleep is so pleasant,
as heart is put to heart the pleasure sweet
as when the lover gives his secret present
on every visit when the lovers meet.
She told him: “I hope that you’ll erect
a flower bed for me like that on which we lie,
so I can always think of you when I detect
the fragrances that your personify.”
He said: “I’ll plant not only flowers but
the herbs we love to share when we share wine
before you satisfy me with a glut
of passion kisses, telling me you’re mine.

Inspired by a Sumerian love song I first saw one year ago (6/22/07) .

Let them erect for me my flowered bed.
Let them spread it for me
with herbs like transparent lapis lazuli.
For me let them bring in the man of my heart.
let them bring in to me my Ama-ucumgal-an.
let them put his hand in my hand,
let them put his heart by my heart.
As hand is put to head, the sleep is so pleasant.
As heart is pressed to hear, the pleasure is so sweet.

6/22/08