Cursed by Your Tenderness

I climb the treacherous peaks
Of your jagged mountaintops.
The dark incline of your hidden valleys

Reverberate through my being.
Your traveller, willingly Lost

Your sojourner through the Dusk.

Your quiet lake of longing, I swim.
The vast, fragrant forests of your hair, I part.
The oceanic cliffs of your ankles, I trace.
The soft murmur of your lidded eyes
Beckon to me.

I cannot escape you.
You pursue me softly
Are there waiting when I turn

With that gaze of sorrowful waves
That flows with the persistent ache
Of the beads of sweat
That adorn your skin.
Heavy
With our eternal recollections
Which keep me awake at night.

For I cannot sleep.
I’ve been cursed
By your Tenderness.

Your arms
The cradle of my perished hopes.
Your eyelids, the resting-place
Graveyard of my kisses.

Your waist, the horizon.
My lips the glimmering Dawn.

Your stomach is a verdant field
Of whom I am the sole gardener.
Sailor
Of your Ocean of relinquishment,
As you surrender
Your proud forehead

To the downpour of my kisses.
Fructifying waters
That revive, with a familiar sting
The dry earth of your heart.