6039 Befor the ashes

Do not prolong 

Surrender.

You know that 

The safe-conduct 

Of your caress 

Is the only key 

That sets my heart 

Free.

Do not extend the waiting: 

This age 

Of desolation and sorrow 

Drives my illusion 

Toward a point 

Of no return, 

Where the furnace 

Of despair 

Ultimately 

Consumes me.

Come now, 

Before the smoke 

In my ruins obscures 

Your name, 

Before silence 

Utters you 

Within my heartbeat.

Do not delay 

The approach 

Of your hands 

Upon my plexus: 

I am a wick 

That still resists, 

This vortex, 

This vertex, 

This edge 

That makes me tremble 

On the brink of oblivion.

Give yourself, 

And let your light 

Break the siege, 

Let the pulse 

Of your chest 

Restore 

What time has 

Besieged.

If you delay, 

My heart, 

I will have no doors 

To open, 

Nor ashes capable 

Of remembering us.