To think of you
Is to let all the hundred dragons of my dreams
Wake up inside my heart…
It is a sweet internal hemorrhage –
The crimson geysers of my blood
Gushing violently through my veins!
A little explosion in my brain –
Ten spiders crawling on my back!
And the fireplace of my soul
Is instantly kindled –
The ardent flames fly away into the silence.
And the steam of my immense passion –
Bursts through the chimney of my thirsty lips!
There is no citadel to protect you –
The scorching fire in my merciless mouth –
The bolts of lightening striking from my fingers –
The destructive lava of my cruel kisses –
Oh, let me imprison you within my arms,
Tie you against my body and burn you alive
With my passion – my madness –
The menacing magic of my savage art to love.
So die, blonde angel, die
In this sweet silence – this miraculous delirium -
Where the overwhelming enchant of my sinister passion
Mercilessly drags your shivering soul
To the secret distilling room of my tropical Mayan paradise!
Take this journey on the bohemian carpet
Of your blue fantasies and mine
Drink of my rum and forget that you are almost not mine.
Bite this forbidden apple before you walk that aisle...
My love will kill you
But better is it to be a handful of ashes
That gently caresses the heart of this ruffian
Than to be a miserable snowball – dead and lonely –
Freezing in the hands of his hollow earth.
