5261 Sinbad or Lot's wife

Thinking of your amber eyes 

That imprison the sunlight, 

When you get closer you make 

My heart stumble, 

With your smell of incense, 

You transport me 

To the palace of trembling.

Your scepter is the inebriating aroma 

Of cinnamon in the air. 

Escaping from the vortex of your attraction, 

Is like walking by 

The spiral staircase 

Of the nautilus.

And to tell the truth, 

I don't know what to do, 

Whether to indulge in 

Another mythical journey, 

Like Sinbad’s, 

Or cling to the rock 

Without looking back, 

Like Lot's wife.

Thinking of your amber eyes 

That imprison the sunlight, 

When you get closer you make 

My heart stumble, 

With your smell of incense, 

You transport me 

To the palace of trembling.

Your scepter is the inebriating aroma 

Of cinnamon in the air. 

Escaping from the vortex of your attraction, 

Is like walking down 

The spiral staircase 

Of the nautilus.