The Arabesque - Luminaria

I’m shattered, in pieces

And lost in the ice abyss.

I am biting my numb lips

The arabesque of hurting.

Hiding all of the visions

Under the curtain of despair

Swallowing bitter experience

I am

(You're)

A sea of cold flames

Masterpiece of force

Art of sacred rules

You never defrost?

Fever atmosphere, diverging thoughts,

A melody of discords, phariseean love.

I’m an empty shell

Echos' treasury

Dancing on the waves

Memories among storm’s insanity

All falling leaves

Won’t remind you of me

This punitive… sounds

This blazing… eyes

This bitter… words

Still wish I had died.

But I’ll sank

A million times

In the sea of cold flames.

Still alive.

Is the pain infinitive…

Then I am really shattered

Laying on your arras body

In this ancillary position

Like a burnt offering.

Sweat covered my forehead

Hands tied up in embrace

Tongues of burning pleasure

I am

You ornate me

With your design of power.

The complex mosaic

Of an interior movement.

The intricate czardas dance

Pleasure and suffer.

You’re sea of vivid flames

I am panchromatic matter.

A masterpiece of love

The arabesque of suffer.

I’ll swim a million times

In plurima incendia.

Later, disobidient, go inshore.

Spend hours waiting

In the antechamber

Of your grace.

Finally look for an antidote.

You’re sea of vivid flames

I am panchromatic matter.

A masterpiece of love

The arabesque of suffer.