wrappings of silk surround my bleeding heart
as soft as the thorns in the crown
and as white as night.
tighter, tighter the bindings,
strangling out the last crimson drops of love.
taut fingers clutch at my throat
making my breaths as shallow as a stream
and as cold, icy cold,
as the waters that flow it.
my memory shuts out
those hours and days
of our togethers
as if they were masonic secrets
never to be told to the rest of me.
and i drown in the tears of acid,
etching out valleys on my reddened cheeks
and dribbling, burning,
onto my lips.
those lips that met yours
in unbearable passion
are now lifeless and unyielding,
disallowing speech to pass through them.
were you to return tomorrow
i would plunge a knife
straight through your heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem