Sweet to the tongue fornication was,
Sweet, have I swum in the pools of lust;
Swimming in simmering heat of wine,
Shimmering, shining like golden mine.
Bright was the redness of darkness’s light,
Blazed was the hotness of world’s delight;
Best was the tickling of fingers’ strokes,
Beckoning me to a sensual home.
Deep in the sea of my drowning sense,
Drowned, have I looked up on heaven’s den;
Up there You stood with your face in tears,
Up You were lying, awaiting me.
Out of all words was my silent mouth,
Out of all cares for the Lord my God;
Streaming with tears was my face one day,
Searching for mercy from heaven’s gate.
Sweet are the words that Your mouth proclaims,
Sweeter than pleasures of worldly chains;
Stronger than death are Your loving arms,
Strong I’d forget all those evil charms.
Better were days when You lived with me,
Better, I’d wish You won’t leave me here;
Bright is my path should You serve my light,
Best are the times should You light my life.
What beauty is in a poem when the writer is gone?
What flames are to kindle when no one’s left to warm?
What sleep is to waken when none lies on the bed?
What night is to lighten when no eyes longer open?
Is it odd that you feel that I see you in me,
As a goddess enchanted by grace of a nymph?
Do my eyes really hunger for flesh of the men?
Am I truly the reason your beauty did end?
If the laughter I breathed sound sweet in your ears,
Then why would you send Spartans to swoon on my feet?
If those echoes of joy did remain in your head,
Then why would you desert them in front of my den?
Why would tears on my face be your heart’s cause to sin,
When I never did envy your charms to those men?
Why’d your trespasses be as regard to your crime,
When I’ve lost all my doubts when you told me you’re mine?
And so setting me free felt so hard to sink in,
That the darkness are days when I wished you were here;
You may banish my corpse down a men-filled ravine,
But I’d draw time and space to return you to me.
You are the most beautiful poem I have seen,
Who kindled the flames that are sleeping in me;
You are like Cannabis that spurs my delight,
Like showers of meteors that brighten my night.
Your thoughts, we’re the same, make my feelings so strange,
Like you are a goddess in flesh of a male;
You live with the eyes that long truly for men,
Who opened the door to my loveliness’s end.
How sweet is the laughter you breathe on my face,
Those echoes of joy I could never erase;
So sweet, I sent Spartans to bow unto you,
Those Spartans who showed me their feelings so true.
Forgive me for causing the tears in your eyes,
If for being lovely, I stole your delights;
Forgive my trespasses, In peaks of desire;
When no one had stopped me from making you mine.
Though setting you free is outlawed in my head,
The sight of your smile means my happiest end;
The beauty and glory and Spartans be yours,
As I walk away and you see me no more.