I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

O, ethereal Earth -
tortured town towering oneself.

Under Grace, thy swift death -
and upon mercy, a light, jest.

To be your Savior -
your only favorite -
is what's best.

I watch your pupils waltz across the room
I feel the scatter of stars as your eyes catch mine
I smell your cologne as you pull me into your universe
I hear nothing but the breaths you take, that collide with my neck in embrace

I want nothing but your everything

I want you to capture my soul through my lips
I want you to feel the burn of my smile as you pull me with you
I want you to smell the musky rose I chose to wear for tonight
I want you to hear my every emotion when I say goodbye

Thank you for the dance.