Allow me to lick the tears
Free from your cheeks.
You have more to yourself, than the many years
To the sadness in your sleep.
I lay in opposite direction
And drink freely the falling rain,
From your eyes.
It is a bitterness, like a wine made from the Italian vineyard,
But I lick each tear away
Falling from closed eyes.
What is in your dreams, my love?
Who do you really sleep with, my love?
My love, what has created your woes,
Your agonies, under the reddest moon?
My love, drain it for me,
From your veins, to me,
So that I may consume what poisons you
In every part of this drear,
So nothing is left, but the love.