On The Third Day

A bubble rose to the top of my lake…
Thus, I saw my libido resuscitating…
on the third day…
and then I truly knew you.

Translucent, your beauty is engraved
in my pupils, even when closed…
Thus, I dream of your essence
becoming of my house.

I lifted that stone... yes, that one
keeping a vigilance on my tomb
that kept me indifferent to events.
I knew not that I could respire,
I did not see the rainbow, only the rain.

And now... a pontifical man I am.
No longer dead... I know more
and I proclaim… I love… I live.

-Arcángel-