Your star like the house of seven gables
A great ship out the window
Salem in a witches wind
Black cats and fog in the cemetery
I kiss you and know you are a vampire
You are a lonely soul who visits at night
Out of the corner of my spirit I feel you
Your mind is a vase of kisses
Silent as a deep secret
Your ghost perfume as I suck your finger
Order rules the chaos within
Your poetry is a sweet mask
Pray for me because your love hurts
Tremendous moon in my prison
Dappled candle drips with lions
You want me in the shadows
Ah! But I am of the light
Like Bogart in Casablanca
I let you go for the sake of real love
Real love is righteous though tempted
You see my dear your respect means more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem