Let me
Pray at the
altar of your eyes
Until
I pass the
night of far away cities
to protect,
with your eyes, my face.
Let me
undress
from my
sadness, from my subjugation, from my pain,
to medicate,
with you, my old wounds.
And awaken
the dream of years,
this is the
time for visions to explode,
and is the
time of new revelation.
Let me place
my head on your shoulder
to drop the
fears of my life over your chest,
I am
scattering to fragments.
Let me
write, with your tears, my moments.
Let me be
you.
To open all
your notebooks,
and practice
the madness of heart,
and
traverse, together, the frame of time and the limits of place.
Let me
escape from the remnants of bleeding stabs in my heart.
Tear up my
ache, my hesitation, my fear, my worry.
I have
gotten tired from knitting patience,
alone, every
night.
So let your voice
breaks into the dreariness,
inside of me, my remnants, all of me.
Inside the
heart, there is a sigh
declaring
rebellion.
Share,with
me, the delirium.
Let me spell
the alphabet
of passion.
Let the
female inside of me be amused,
and we fly
on the wings of madness,
emigrate
like a couple of a fond seagulls,
enough of
walking against the current.
Only,
I need a
rational beat,
able to
comprehend myfrivolity,
my
rebellion, my madness,
able to
endure all my foolishness,
and all the
seasons and the fall of rain,
are renewed
in you and with you.
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