balladeer of moons
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When I'm dead, your kisses will warm me
When I'm dead your kisses will warm me.
Earth's elements will kindly spurn me,
And I will return blown kisses
From heaven's rose-tint windows.
The stars will not be stars,
But hot portals in the sky.
Through them I'll pour light streaks
And the violet fire of love.
The stars start in my soul.
There they burn like a beautiful nude.
With your kisses and eyes to warm me,
I live on -- a stranger to cold.
While other lost dears shiver remotely,
I celebrate infinity from kiss to kiss.
Enclosed by your breasts and the moon's blueness,
No cold can touch one drunk among the stars.