My Love – My Murderer Part 1
by J. W. Cassandra
In my eyes you are
not that whom others
see.
In your eyes I am
not that whom others
see.
You seek for the sparkle
of lust in my
eyes.
I seek for the sparkle
of lust in your
eyes.
You see in my eyes
how the regret heaves
to be sea.
I see in your eyes
how the regret heaves
to be sea.
You see in my eyes,
tide of regret inundates,
washes you away –
I see in your eyes,
tide of regret inundates,
washes me away –
In my eyes blazing blazes
the four hundred years old
torch.
In your eyes blazing blazes
the four hundred years old
torch.
From my eyes
tide of regret flows
in vain.
From your eyes
tide of regret flows
in vain.
In my eyes the four hundred
years old stake bursts in
flames
In your eyes the four hundred
years old stake bursts in
flames
The greedy flame of
the stake catches at
my heart
The greedy flame of
the stake catches at
your heart
Sea current of tears
streams from
my eyes
Sea current of tears
streams from
your eyes
And scream of my agony
splits in two your
brain
And scream of your agony
splits in two my
brain
I know, I was your hangman,
curse me,
my love!
I know, you was my hangman,
let you be blessed,
my love!
From my eyes streams
the wish that you forgive
me at last.
From your eyes streams
the wish that I forgive
you at last.
In my eyes you see
the cross is erected yet –
do I knock in the nail?
In your eyes I see
the cross is erected yet –
do you knock in the nail?
I pull in my heart,
bless the
hand
You pull in your heart,
bless the
hand
On my heart your hand,
the deadly quivers,
my love.
On your heart my hand,
the deadly quivers,
my love.
In my eyes you see,
your murderess will be
me again
In your eyes I see,
my murderer will be
you again
Let warmth of your heart
bless my hand,
your murderer’s, my love!
Warmth of my heart
blesses your hand,
my murderer’s, my love!
- 12. 20., translation 21/10. 2019.,
by J. W. Cassandra
I wish to be murdered by my wife… I am so glad I didn’t got scared away by the length of the poem and read it.
I’m glad , as well. 🙂 Sometimes, I used to write entirely long poems, sometimes, short ones.