Quotation by Amaru

You haven't weighed the consequences
for your love,
nor have you any regard
for your friends.
Why are you making
such a jealous fuss now, prude,
when it's too late?
With your own hands
You've brought down upon yourself
these coals,
their blazing points of flame
as bright as Doomsday Fire.
So enough now
of your crying
in the wilderness.
You've erased the tracery
on your cheek
by covering it with your palm.
Your sighs have kissed away
the juice of your lower lip,
tasty as nectar
and at every instant,
the tear that's stuck in your throat
is making your sloping breasts tremble.
Unkind girl,
anger has become your lover,
not I.