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