The whole world
gravitates
about your beauty.
Gold bars of patience melt
glowed
guts to the guts
like the moth intestines,
reaching out
to the core of your blaze.
Any distance
is unbearable shivering
from the molten horizon
of your glory.
Any silence urging
for the storm of your emerging.
How can I live
without being your beloved?
Love means two hearts.
I cannot be only a spectator,
how can I live without your heart?
Without you like a grueling fiver
I shiver, convulse and then wave
endlessly to the brinks of the coasts,
outlined and engendered
along.
