How do I translate him

His language that has no tongue

He of such familiar style

Whose behavior leaves

A weak communication

Balanced on my lips

With such elusive possession

That transforms me into

A strange image

Who trembles as if

In an appalling malady

When views such an

Exquisitely beautiful profile

For he makes me bear

The extremity of dire mishap

Of pale uncertainty that is

At once pleasurable and disturbing

Who, who can teach me a direction

Such as would map the constellation

Of his beauty and have the words to say

That which in communication would

Leave a bond between us so powerful

That perhaps tender lip of parting breath

Could touch and move endlessly

Through a spiced moonlit night

Who, oh who can give me such translation

Please speak