Oh, how much I love your eyesI'm waving like moonbeams on a nightsideSeaWhenever, wherever mine crosses yours soAmenable I do feel, until I myself I hideBehind the sand-dunes on the shore of theAbsorbent sandcastles.Broken into shivers, memories still haunt me.The knight in golden armour turns intoMillions of vacant sins ; inner sicklesTrying to find a way out of the flesh, thePlanted one with memorable experiences,Tassels in white faces...Iris is a sine qua non for us indeed, though,Absolute darkness reminds me of the age ofIgnorance. But, now as I recall all thoseI've seen so far through this burning bloodRed veil "oh, it makes me soften,I realize how terrific it'd be to sojourn twoThousand years with you ; your ineptDreams...my cerebral mansion".I'm a creature of terra firma ; as an urn IHold and kiss the ashes of my dying race ; asI grow up, Iris grows too, but, how can ISpeak to the dry ground about the wet salivaOf my eyes ?Wisdom's cavern stands far from oceans,That's for sure my dear.Here I feel the crucial crux of all ourDilemmas, all those things won't everTouch our flesh, let them go, let them fadeBehind, let them stare at the Iris' narcoticSight while the flaming aureole will offerUs pleasure ; the pleasure an infant getsLong with its mother's white, fluid bribe.