I lay you down in these bed of roses,
Flush with the Crimson of my soul -
The thorns of love have bleed me dry -
The edges blunted on my flesh delight
In this merciful agony, the cuts are deep,
It burns with the vast passion contained
In your beauty. Rise to the heavens;
Thrust towards the heart of earths
Final gasm and release me from my cage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem