“Avaludey kudey (With her)”

An august wind sighs; a summer petal pulls my toe.

You stand beside; a curry smile distracts me,

I remember, the one, while you prowled about me then, to attract my eyes,

 you were as disturbing as you are now.

“She is beside, looking over my ink, confused.

No, she won’t know, as my newly born words struggle for her,

I look at her, face childlike, smile…,

I ask myself, ‘why do you imagine a she?’

But my heart fights back, ‘only a woman can give such tender love’.

I let my heart win, as I pray deep within, fantasizing her”

A woman you are, I know not what doubt is.

They drive you away, cry in your presence, and bake anger while you look,

hate your existence, I wonder why?

While here I am, trudging stormy seas, steering my ink,

crowning a letter of love for you.

Remember a day charmed by the falling leaves, falling with colours of the half-risen sun,

as the giant bird lost its grip, losing me to a land where the Vikings tread,

your whisper kissed me as I fell,

amazed at your haunted beauty, numbed by your infamous voice.

You welcomed me, with such grandiose and ardour,

yet my virgin mind wept in your presence,

pushed you away as they did.

You held on, taking care of me, feeding me, singing for me the less appreciated song,

a song I have grown fond of, the voice I have fallen in love with.

Those words put me to sleep, woke me to welled up clouds, 

caring witnesses to the desires of our love.

“My ink fondles my tears; she stands there smiling, like always”

Dear love, can I foresee a life in your absence?

Can I leave you, for them to prey on me?

Thoughts to which my tongue bleeds.

They are coming; wretched noises wage war on my ears,

No, do not leave, I beg you my dear,

my letter to you is fading now, unless,

you take me with you!

Yes! I should, I must, I know, my heart yelps.

A marriage in light, in darkness, that consumes neither metal nor words.

Here, I make you my wife, giving blood from my wrist.

“Njan pova avaludey kudey”