In My Fantasy

I feel so warm in my fantasy.

It is so good for me to die

in the name of loneliness.

Before the Earth brightens

beneath me,

give me one sip of the emerald sky.

Before silence covers

the tired mouth wound,

become my beacon,

my unfulfilled crossroads.

Thank you for that morning

when I became a woman,

when you planted a purple flower

of lost lust in me.

Stay in my past, do not leave

what is not yet named.

I was born in the wrong age,

all I need is tears to be completely happy.

Please bring me a rustle of wind

in your hair, bring me a look

that knows the taste of my soul.

I believe death will pass away

when you give me the forbidden fruit

that will satisfy my fear.