forging in the soul
what living visions
have sought to express,
are riparian forms,
bearers of dreams,
eager crimson rivers
ascending wind-swept limbs
of newly born castles,
filled with night beasts
among the Carpathian mountains.
Within a candle’s gentle glow,
amidst the flame of this lit statue,
I find the warmth of your kisses.
I yearn for your fangs upon my body.
Our bodies stretch out to become
fiery canvases in each other’s mouths.
We pass our hands through the flame,
and we become artists—
Surrounded by dim reflections
of life on the walls around us.