Lost in the sensuous tastes of existence
like being lost between sheets,
like being underwater without knowing which way is up,
I need your breath.
I need life!
Instead of this tangled mess of experiences,
Instead of this smothering separateness,
I need breath.
Can’t I coax you nearer? Can’t I make my voice
smoother than the night wind that touches you,
surrounds you,
wherever you happen to be.
I have will enough for us both. If fate has forsaken me,
I will make you come myself.
I will bring you to me
as I’m sure I’ve brought sailors to rocky shores.
I’ll be kind, I promise. I’ve kept only that good side of my nature.
Oh, I’m tired of promising. No one else has to.
Why should I ask for breath? Why should I ask for existence?
If this is my recompense, something should have told me.
Some dream should have mentioned
if I was a monster in a past life,
if I killed for love.
Someone should have told me why I’m lost.
Why I’m dead and breathless
waiting for you.
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