God stifles peace, bears down with oblivion,
Calls into the sterile-white temple.
But I pray: hold on for life,
Sink into the ocean of my body.
Through the thickness of years, where time congeals,
Wipe this delirious mist from your eyes:
There - the ice of stars, here - the heat of my palms,
We are prisoners of bodies drinking wild fire.
Your pulse is a challenge to the dead heights,
A slap across the face of a base "someday."
Let God paint eternity on the wall -
Cling to my "now" with all your heart.
Let His mute, cold distance
Rave to you of empty azure -
I will guard our breath, still ringing,
For He does not know how thirst burns.
This is sacrilege - my final act:
I outmatched the Creator in jealousy.
Contending for a glance - just one,
I tore you out of heaven, blood and all.
Let Him be lord of wastes and peaks,
I swore to be your "tomorrow":
To love the mortal is the highest of prayers,
Where, in revolt against God, lies all love.