And I trace your smell
to the sinister,
searching for you
among my letters
with each
moment of solitary…

And I climb you down
to me
in the profane
to sin you
with all my blood
painted on each
longing of you…

And I sacrifice you
in my war
with the smile that throbs into a shudder,
which calls into my being
convictions to power…

And I`m afraid
I will love you too much,
You will believe
I smother you,
that you no longer can
believe your breathing,

but, darling,
I only grow you
another oxygen
for war…