With the fins of of your love
I dive into the ocean in your eyes
in search of the hidden treasures of your thoughts,
in search of the arrow in your heart
but the deeper I go
Closer and closer I draw to the dangers of drowning,
but my doubts remain above the neck of this strangulation
above the terror of your torture, the poison of your beauty.
Tell me, love
Is it the colourless sky of your presence
that has buried me in the grave of my wondering?
Like night and day, bat and butterfly,
We are so close, yet so far away
We are so close, yet so much apart
We are so close, your ugliness terrifies my being,
And my beauty fascinates your beinglessness!
If this is called love,
let me become finless in your world
but grow wings to fly towards that place
above the sky of this Red sea of your heart
for I’m dead to you
just as you live in the death
I now bring to you with love!