Oh Come My Sweet
Oh come my sweet love and if the night
comes and you don’t like darkness
my love will adorn you
with a starry vague crown
I’ll let my fingers travel
onto your worrying forehead
and all the passion in your heart
will bloom tears and myrrh
I’ll pin your dream
a flower onto your heart
and I shall braid the dry leaves
with your ever pale hair
I’ll leave behind, a numbed
butterfly my desire
to feel onto your lips
as if the sense of pollen
oh come my sweet love and let the night arrive
your youth will gleam in sadness
and I’ll weave a dark peplos
to cover your body with lust
Libros Libertad 