Decomposed, I bathe you.

Yet still cold, your heart beats.

Warmth of thy passion still aflame?

I beg thee to awake from this slumber

For I never beat -- without thee.

I stroke thy rivers of gold on thy head

Oh how I crave your odor of indulgence

Lay, just unwind, do not tire thyself

Blossom oh loved one, towards the moonlight it comes

Such skin reflecting the moon’s glorifying beauty

shant become one of death’s advocate in the end…

Caressing hereabout, around her vivid lips

Oh how I wish to see you speak once more

I miss your breath every arising of the sad sun

Thy comparison of living death or dying in life

Cannot lead me to questions that – now – in solitude

I ask for death not to lead my life of memories…

Thrilling rides called memories that are packed within.

I ask Him for a chance to never let go of thy pictures

For the mind is a beautiful thing, but it craves thirst

You are – nevertheless – the thirst that quenches me

Decomposed, I dry you.

Yet after hours of bathing, unsurprisingly frozen solid

Drying each fraction with gentle composure

I desire thee more than any man can desire love

I desire thee more than any man can buy his own power

Swirling around thy pale yet soft breast, I realized

You are not coming back the way you used to be

No matter, how much I try – try to believe not

For you are one beat within me

But the melody off-beat now.

And I – heart -- will never reconcile...