Blue Silver Contumaciously

How,
Your breasts,
Awakened from hibernation,
Spring incense, kindled to the beech?

Heartfelt sentence,
Your eyes..
I expect you to understand,
O Logos…!

That binds me,
My tyrants are on the run… All over…
In the west of my heart, my seas are overflowing..
Kissing pain, kissing nothingness….

Hotos Woman,
In the words of the profligate Men,
Night color,
In the corridors of the beds.

It multiplies warmly,
Your hands…
I'm waiting for you to shout,
O Pathos…!

I Bewitched Me,
My tyrants are on the street… Idler…
In the West of my heart My seas are rising...
The Poet cries out;
"O Virgin; Your Beauty is like a fresh fruit".

Inner and weak,
I say your nose, your nose,
How naive,
Ottoman,
Flawless.

I'm grinding the storms inside me now,
I turn my way to Maiden's Tower,
become the Nude of Love,
I'm falling.

Growing,
Your heart…
I'm waiting for you to cry,
O Ethos…!

My Virtue,
My tyrants fell… Bow…
In the west of my heart, my seas are in rebellion….
The poet tried to tell;
Has the ignorance begun to be swept away; There's a whirlwind...

Blue Silver Contumaciously.