On your lips,
What a sweet death!
You make me crave.
The light turned low,
While we lay alone
The smell of wild flowers
From your bed-sheets
Making me drowsy.
Is this the fragrance of love,
They go on and on about!
I'm testing the lacquer
Without having a sip, dreaming like
A drunkard without a penny
Passed-out on a bar's floor.
Can’t move, can’t speak
Quietly listening to you breathe.
Is this what I've been missing!
This unceasing unbearable
Uncontrollable, sweet alluring desire
To learn you every move;
To write down you every touch.
Fantasies and thoughts,
Meditating on you
No longer I’m earthly.
Oh, the sweetest death!
As the sun goes under our feet
My soul is yours to keep.
What a sweet death!
You make me crave.
