My sweet, kiss my bitter lips.
My love, how shall we dine on my guilt?
My beauty, with everything sweet to see,
My bitterness, is yet exquisite.
Under moon and star,
Under faces apart,
In love and lust in fire,
Far, we walk, under the endless fog,
To find a memory that was once pleasant.
Dream with me, dear woman.
Your black hair comes in long strands,
Down to where it reaches your toes.
Your lashes, your eyes, and your fingers,
All have curves to see, alike the earth,
And its curvature.
See me as former, never as latter.
Rawest pain and purest shame,
Has encompassed me in highest notes.
There is memory in my mind,
Tears in my eyes,
Each one, dropping upon soil at my feet,
Feel this with me, dear woman.
Is there Hell to separate us?
Is there Heaven to unite us?
Is there family to be made,
When we die tonight on the frozen rocks?