Gravitate your stare Down to where you shall beware The coming flood Of my love. Upon unknown currents You will sail your body, Sculpted with much defeat To your loneliness. The hurricane With its great winds Stains my sides, my mind With its droplets Upon every violin's edge. I drop to my knees To weather my signs, To carry my stare, from behind. I kiss With marble lips. Burning With anger's writhing. I feel the truce of a General With his army at command To take my hand. I yearn, with the blood of many men. Stinging Beauty to my mouth That has remained slack to receive your breath For whenever you shall awaken. I call the storm To my palms, While leaves shatter in my grasp, Stumbling my voice over the wind.