Before the door bangs...

Now… squeezed between the door and your lips
Unable to control emotions…
Savoring the last second by your side
Before the eternity digests you by its insatiable belly
Before the darkness blinds my impaired vision fully,
Before the crows, sisters of madness,
Proclaim your freedom and my imprisonment…
On the verge of the cliff   
I am running through the stills of my memory
Displaying your existence…
The story of fall and rise…
Throwing over the days from row to row,
Stirring them into the cocktail of events
And overpouring the glass on my tongue
Right where my second heart beats…

Lethal poison in my veins…
How can that be so sweet in taste…
Or might be that is the way fish feels
When electrocuted…
Inevitably attracted to the bite…
I WAS in your life,
I am STILL echoing in your chest,
I WILL remain in your eyes
Even after the night descends
Over the ocean …
Be that!
Long-live this tender rose, hidden under your shirt!
Long-live its lengthy burr, piercing my heart!!!

'cause while it pierces I still can feel the softness of your lips
Over mine…
How can that be true?
Love, once filling me with light
Makes me die in darkness…
Glory to You, my God, for gifting me with this pain,
‘Cause now I know what it means…
Even if  my enlightenment lasts only
Till the moment the door bangs…
Proclaiming your freedom…
And my imprisonment…