You are what I've wanted at the closest, 

at the furthest away. 



When I was bound by compass marks, 

You engaged me in the tallest grass 

with the tines of a savage wreath. 

(Oh, my savagery, my savagery!) 



And in the convalescence, 

after my heart was flayed, 

divorced in a thick of thorns 

and then began to heal, 

You peeled open my wounds... 

And I cannot accept Your offer. 



Lover, I ache to, 

but I cannot accept Your offer