Sinner in the cage

 

I am a sinner in a cage. 

My food and water are full, 

My breaths are captive, all the flying is captive on my wings. 

My cage is perhaps golden, 

These eyes of mine that are in love with you do not see. 

All my suns that are waiting for me to fly and my poems are sleeping outside in fake shadows... 

I am a sinner in a cage. 

My food and water are full, 

All the forests I secretly escaped are captive, all my lovemaking is the fire of doom... 

My cage is decorated with silver and ruby, perhaps, 

These eyes of mine that are in love with you do not see. 

All the letters that I wrote to you and hid in the chest of my lips are sleeping in fake lovemaking on lips as warm as sin. 

I water poems so that you will burn them, I grow trees in the forest in my eyes, my love... 

The smell of pine swaying in the wind of your steps, from the delicate branches of your hair to my face... 

And the ships are burning in every port for the sake of inns and kings that will say no to me. 

I only tie you to my dock on the shore of my heart... 

I am a sinner in a cage. 

My food and water are full, 

Cries are captive, all my tears are always captive in the sorrow of the clouds on my face... 

My cage is perhaps a palace, 

These eyes of mine do not see that they are in love with you... 

All my cries that want to shout and throw themselves at your feet and seal your lips with the dried salt are asleep in fake smiles...

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The sacred sharp sword that stuck into my chest, grabbed and opened me, 

as it climbed shamelessly like a rose branch, breaking my ribcage and climbing to the sky, 

please cut off the tongue of my heart that keeps shouting my beloved's name into the dark cave of my chest, 

imprison me in silence in the tiredness of bloody floods...