(Savršenstvo vatre - M.Antić)

CLXXV

You are hurting me, my body, you are hurting me.
You are loving me, stuffed fool, don’t love, love me.

I’m plucking pedals of light, so that death burns you less.
I’m flying like a century. Like spring above you flow.

You are hurting me. Not getting over me. Making me sick.
I make you sick. I hate you. I am not getting over you.

I burn you. And you are denuding me. Burning me. And I denude you.
I love you. Create you. Do not love. I love you.

I am tearing off chains of time. Oh, trust me, cannons of hatred
will bang into us, and in us it will grow.

But will the sea of jealousy heal? Beg me.
Open up. Fight. I am fighting. Do not get over me.

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