Help me escape alive

Help me escape alive

From the labyrinth of firm lips and ebony hair.

My struggle with you is unequal,

For I am merely a small fish

Swimming in a sea of molten copper.

Help me catch my breath,

For my pulse no longer beats naturally,

And my time is governed by the whims of your breasts.

If they sleep, I sleep.

If they awaken, I awaken.

Help me discern the beginning of my fingers

From the end of your spine.

Guide me through the map of your body,

For I yearn to live.

Letter from under the Water

If you were my friend,

Help me to leave you...

Or if you were my beloved,

Help me to be healed of you...

If I had known

that the sea was so deep,

I would not have dove in...

If I had known

That Love was so perilous,

I would not have fallen in love.

If I had known my end,

I would not have begun.

I longed for you,

So teach me not to crave...

Teach me

how to pull up the roots of your love

From the depths.

Teach me

how tears may die in the eyes,

And love may pass away,

And yearnings commit suicide.

Teach me

How to rebel against you,

And to be saved from the sword of yearning.

I remained after you

A book with torn papers...!

You are all my past and present

And all the days of my living...

My love for you is poetic love

So why do you kill poetry in me?

My love for you is watery

So why do you push me to the rock?

Oh you whom I bestowed the sun’s light,

So why did you give me darkness in return...

I presented you the forests,

So why did you give me the desert?

You tour in the land

While you let the tempest chew my flesh...

I am in the water

While your voice is coming to me

From under the water,

And the resemblances of your face

Coming out for me like a giant,

Coming from the depth of water...

The lines of your hand chase me

Even in water…

Ah, if my memory would drown,

If your face and history would drown

If thousands of things would drown...

Ah how worn out I feel…!

If you were a prophet,

Cleanse me from this spell,

Deliver me from this atheism...

Your love is atheism,

So purify me from this atheism.

O you who depicted life unto me a poem,

And planted your wounds in my bosom,

And took patience away...

If I were so dear unto you,

then take my hand...!

for lo! I am enthralled from my

head to my toe...

If you were strong,

Rescue me from this sea...

For I don't know the art of swimming

The blue waves in your eyes

Dragging me to the depths

nothing remains but the blue color

Blue...

Blue...

I do not have experience in love

Nor do I have a boat...

I am breathing under water!

I am drowning...

drowning...

drowning...