midnight
in the west island of Flores
She was young and beautiful
dancing around the Compang*
along in the high rhythm of drums
She ripped her dress naked stand
opened her lips kissed by moon light
down to her breasts and her secret beauty
her flesh and soul were burning
in ecstasy she cried out lying on her back
over the big black hard stone of Compang
the spirit of moon penetrated her virginity
her blood dropped into the face of moon:
red moon in west island of Flores that night.
*Compang is a traditional altar from stones in the center of village
in Manggarai culture, in the west island of Flores.
It's the holy place of spirit of village.
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