I’ll Die Kneeling To Your Shrine Poem by Sami Gjoka

Reaching at the highest point
Brings nothing but downfall,
Therefore, baby, let us pose
To this picture; let us freeze;
Let us mummify this time
As undying memories!

When after making love,
Parting from this hearth of flames
As by unexplained designs,
Doomed to go back home alone
I will order from the store
The most precious golden frame
And as kneeling to a shrine,
I will touch and kiss your face
To sedate the spreading pain
I’ll drink poisons of my sorrow
And die slowly every night