Love resurrects my tears of flame.
My shadow coexists; the taste is bitter.
The shell shrinks in this wavering pain.
For the cherubim, mercy is obscene,
Though the candle ignites the heather.
Love resurrects my tears of flame.
The light beckons in the shallow rain.
My garden is black and fails to bother;
The shell shrinks in this wavering pain.
The pebbles wither and wither again.
The roses were lovely: the smell of thunder.
Love resurrects my tears of flame.
For the barren tombs of my disdain
Won't awaken my obnoxious clover.
The shell shrinks in this wavering pain.
Will the angels ever hear my complaint?
I touch the silk as it cures my blisters.
Love resurrects my tears of flame.
The shell shrinks in this wavering pain.
