The sakura branch is
A blade for the eyes’ scope,
And a scabbard for sleep.
he blossom of Sakura Drinking vase’s hope,
Enslaved to time’s chaos.
Pouring color for the deep,
A slave of beauty,
Of a single blink.
Love of insane samurai.
Amongst varlets and apostates,
Amongst the whispering steps
Of effigies…
If I hear a noise from the shades,
Just one noise I will breathe vengeance, yes, I’ll breathe,
Inhaling fury as I would the dust
From the flower’s tomb.
I will clasp your sharp and scarlet waist So sharpened by the night, by doom.
It is finer than does
And sweeter than red wine!
A fountain of vain hopes
Glimpsed in kimono’s white lines!
Katana will swoop upwards,
Unseaming your clothes:
A pendulum of the cares of pain!
It will let me - swiftly, quietly Kill all of the mares again!
And in the tightened air
Amongst white drops of fear,
It will draw nameless signs
As a passion’s symbol
Falling into a peal.
It will pierce the flesh of foes
And turn it into shade. It will
flow down on the echo, struck from glass...
Having forgiven a foe
For an empty eyelash’s pass,
I’ll undertake
The duty of my life.
In a chime of glaze, old tales and steel,
I will fling you
Just for a feel of the widows, veil and haze!
Ahead…backwards…
part
part
Through the density
Of trembling clays
And empty garbs.
If one will think of you
With feelings on the scarps
Or the theft of a shade
Of our wedding tress
Or only touch
Of your soft tender dress
I will slay him...
To the shivering of the dead…
I know someday the fate,
On the hot red and
Warlike bed,
Will break our pair,
Steel will stop still
And shred the shade,
Still naked, silken…cleft in twain,
So powerless for a taste of despair
And for the frozen ruin –
The dark delubrum of the insane
And cataleptic fingers!
And then at the melting dawn
Ambers of blindness lingers I’ll feel a rustling
Of the crumpled papers of the fall
Being held inside this stifling hall.
I’ll cleanse you with the silk
More fondly than the rains.
Because you pass with me
All grief, all these sense driven planes!
All for the sacred act…
In it you will permeate
My belly, on the sun,
All rising for the bold…
And you will tightly hold
To entangle with my breath,
A defence of my honor,
Varnishing all my crimes.
For just one blink,
All pains return to slimes,
Inspiring waft
Of shinier morn,
I will be thought I'm innocent reborn
and so beloved...