Desperation of a Beloved

Desperation of the beloved;

Wine spilled among the feet of dancers,

in sway let us lose ourselves,

let us unravel to dissonance far beyond reach.

Drunkenly, swing me beyond the air,

hold me in plummish affections.

Regards we hold, sour my spirit with your eyes

—tear my flesh finer than that of thorns

Losing myself in your spirits,

desperation, of a beloved.

Bring me on many sorrows

and enkindle gentle embraces, forevermore.