By Argy Ahmeti
Alone, in grounds immortal.
Death every kiss.
To one’s own Fire;
To one’s own cold undoing.
A will reaching dissolving.
Dissected in Desire.
Death every kiss;
Amae’s tongue cuts and slices skin;
Oh, such deep coveted sights,
Amae, the Lover, transmutes Gold.
To one’s own Agni!
To one’s own Fire!
To one’s own cold undoing;
A will reaching dissolving,
Dissected in Desire.
A potent acid,
A hypnotic red cauldron,
A soul’s exchange for self-destruction.