Why does my soul cry for you?
Darling, darling god,
A brazened heart, brash in-fem manner;
Divide our unity with your steps,
I mask my tenderness within
That ever-rough balm of lies,
But it doesn’t cover up the feelings,
An ever-growing ache I swell.
Duty separates what I know, or trust:
Trace the same path once again,
Or take the mantle off,
Throw all I’ve sown into the dust.
Harm, lizard-like, sinful-
Spiked in tongue,
Will swarm up if I’m unclouded;
The Devil hands a rope up to me,
Hangs you, my lover, under treason.
Embrace my silence; I’ll try not
To undress you with my eyes
(Your feeling-stars, peaks I must meet);
Yet embracing and undressing sin
Are my eager, unknown talents.
The burns from ardour fire up,
More than externally showing on me;
And as I hold you both at wingspan,
Tears of crystal are not enough,
Words of wisdom wise will not fix me.
Just hold out a hand,
Hold out a heart for me to follow,
Try to breathe deeply as we step
Back into the abyss of ignorance;
To disregard our feelings is a godsend.