On a gelid night,
I walk through the valley of loneliness,
looking down.
Though the stars blaze vehemently above,
I refuse to look.
They’re, perhaps, way too dear to appreciate--
I’d immediately fall in love.
After all, stars are just unreachable enlightenment that surely burns.

And for my dearest misfortune,
you embody an earthly heavenly orb.
Instead of looking down,
I looked up into your hazel eyes
and upon your smile, I found the fear that torments me at night.
Amongst your hellish lips,
I encountered my only flaw.
Laying in your eyes,
deep within the perfectly circular glasses,
I envisioned an unrealistic future.

That’s why you’re a start:
I looked and your spell came running down on me like a waterfall—
now I’m in love.
And somehow, you have become the worst part of going to sleep.

Track my blood as it explores my veins,
Breathe my breath as it escalates through my trachea,
Close your eyes as I close mine
And forget to see,
Because I no longer want to see you.

Screech of unwieldiness!
I searched but did not find,
I tried but did not succeed.
You used me for fleshly fulfillment,
And I used nothing but your gentle caress.
You, quasi-embodiment of yourself!
How dare you ignore me now?
And my eyes still dare to embrace your body in amor.

Mi amor, te has ido,
Pero en este mundo de imbeciles,
Prefiero tu imbecilidad a la de cualquier otro imbecil.

I have seen the eyes of a phantom
Entangled in your luminous aura.
I have penetrated the door of hell,
and alike that of heaven,
when your shining teeth reflect the purest
laugh upon the globe.
Perhaps, it is not Earth,
But that reality which I find
Amongst your incessant being.
This has been a simple one,
For I cannot write all that well
When you’re around.
But I tried,
At least I tried.

Horrific sound of whispers,
Altercation of the Eden,
Molasses of your kiss,
Zealot for your touch!
Am I ready now?

Oh, so in love am I
That the breath of heaven
Hits upon my back.
It whispers through
The arid air
with secrets in between,
“You may not
Touch his lips,  
For they have been
Cursed with divinity”

No! No! No!
How, so divine they are?
“Indeed, my son,
They lie amongst
The golden statues
Of your gods”

Oh, so divide they are.
Can’t I taste?
Can’t I gaze?
Allow me my love,
At last, at last.

“Alas, Alas, Alas!
The idle king has died”

I howl,
I breath,
I yield,
But no more!
No more baffling silence!
No me, no you!
Alas, alas, alas—
am I the idle king?

It might serve,
or it might not,
But a confession of my love it is:
A sincere mechanism
Of my body to express,
To free,
To yield;
I yield to you;
I bend to you;
I die to you.

Alas, alas, alas!
You were far beyond
A scepter and a crown.

May I crown thy head?
May I trick thy carnose mouth?

Oh, allow me to lay,
Die amongst thy caress.

I—you but I:
At last, I will die;
Betwixt my carcass
In forever sugar of thy breath.

Let me sense the scent of Eden,
Oh, my love! At last, at last!

“La la la la!” Speak thy anguished eyes,
“La la la la.
Lala
La.”

Move then on, my only arouse,
Wrest from this mundane threshold
Our perennial aisle.

The idle king has died.
He yielded,
He howled,
He missed but thy
Grandiose penetrating sights.

“Inshallah he will drown this ephemeral sin in the past awhile”

La,
La,
La.