Irony

I breathe thy breath and sip the wine of thy lips
the flow of pain from vein slowly drains
for love and ecstasy the wounds do slain
to the feelings roof all the memory leaps
to needled ways the path does bend
leaving all the wishes to pieces to crack
and our world into the deepest vault to pack
a sign, the sand castle we build suddenly ends
the drops of rain, the darkest chamber of mist
and the chilled hills with dust of flames
when I sip thy lips and drown so deep
so let us fly and twist
be the joyous grief clouds playing the games
a flash of ages we save before we sleep

Kaki Merapi, 13 December 2011