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Hands ran through the river of her dark tresses and laid gifts of flowers at her feet. By moonlight she drank the nectar of desire and kissed the lightning of dreams; maddened with pangs of longing as soaring mountains before the sky cut her wings. Then her body became the forest, her voice the song; her scent the fragrant petals, the taste of luscious dew, and her tremulous glance the lingering touch of wandering love. And the wild caught her as she swooned in bliss, the wind gnawing her garments in the thrill of shivering bites; clasped her in a close, cold embrace; seized her hand in the love-knot of passion, and bound her to the hunter's cage.
*It is a reference to the myth of Indra the lightning, cutting off the wings of mountains flying in the sky.
