Agonia

When my soul leaves this earthly shell,
and approaches your room, aching and wandering,
powerless and terrible, my desire to love you,
will twist my body, trapped in the grave...
I'll scream out in anguish, when I hear your footsteps,
walking down the path, we once traveled together,
and that dirt ceiling, that will isolate me in its embrace,
I'll scratch frantically, in a futile effort...
My lips can no longer taste your charms,
which will keep living, pulsing and fresh,
that will inspire passions, despite your weeping,
and they'll belong to other lips, despite my jealousy...
My mouth can no longer nibble insatiably,
the soft, smooth, heavenly ivory of your body,
and from the wet kiss, that shook your flesh,
only your fibers will have an annoying memory...
My hands can no longer tangle in your hair,
nor will I crush my mouth, against your bloody lips,
nor will your fingers, curl violently like claws,
on the tireless pillow, of our thirsty love...
Come and sit close, to my sickbed,
come and bring your hands, that are clean and fresh,
to my burning forehead, the heat of a hell,
to my feverish eyes, wandering around the room,
close the blinds tight, because the light bothers me,
now, go away my love, go and shut the door.