Come! Come closer...
You, o Beauty, dressed in moonlight
and the snakeheads of ivy leaves
entwin e your white neck...
Come! Come here...
spit on me, spit on me
for I am the dust under your feet
unexpected and unwanted, I am your portrait,
water and salt, air to breathe
Come closer...
let's climb to the sky
to heights of ecstasy
to hell and back
and then
I put on your tongue
one little drop of my s**m
it's bitter
tastes like old bread
tastes like stone
tastes like pain
blinded by the red suns of yur nipples
gropingly looking for a source of light
I find the spring of sacred wine
pour me some
crown my pillar with your living flesh
and I will bless you with my semen
be my wueen of enraptured love
priestess of the black summer night
j**els of my s**m illuminate your misty crown