Beauty and the beast

In that city they have tamed all their lions
And similar other beasts from their loins.
They have here  a wedding to make for son.
The wedding shall be quiet and subdued
A display of drape and some glitter of gold.

The sons pick up resplendent Pacific brides
With their moms of widowed sorrows in eyes.
Sorrows are like our own, like floods in rivers.
Their women make other women's happiness
In several other islands with their own beasts.

Here in this hall is our own local happiness.
Our beasts are  in check, 'cept on some days
When they rise from dark lairs of quietude. 
The woman there has her blue beauty-rays
Expertly trained on the volcano in stomach.
Happiness is rounded off with apricot desert.

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