I sink into the violet of the dream,
swimming the tides of madness,
fighting off the storms.
To get to you.
To get to you.
The imagery swells,
breaks. Cuts.
The colors explode,
raining down,
streaking the sky.
I float in the sweet ecstasy of bleeding;
your tears are dripping from my veins.
I hide behind my modest veil,
insouciant to your coaxing
until a time of serenity nears.
Wrought with a most passionate ire
you lock into me with iron clad eyes
and fingertips like daggers.
My limbs turn to liquid
caught in your deadly embrace.
So sweet, the pain begotten,
severing forbidden fate.
My blood is on your hands and
my heart betwixt your teeth
and 'fore the shadow falls
I must redeem this err.
(There is no other for me, save you. I belong to the will of your bidding, and
I shall not fail you, evermore.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks I can relate. Gil