My Stella - Onto Thy Ribs

- - My stella- - Onto thy Ribs - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I will die onto thy ribs, to be pulled and quenched the thirst of life. Like an empty cell will I float on thy silent Self with beatitude of being, My careful heaven on earth. Like dew, golden hue floating and falling On the breast of fast bloom lotos of Eos, And concentrated unwilling to mist of Talva, I will pass from ethos to embracing Chest, booming lifeless toom and bare. Ribs on ribs to dismiss the fear of life, Affinity of noetic relief from life's Uncertain pain and suffering. I will die, a fainted lover of thine, To forget the ultimate singleness that Life offers. Thy chest and broken Costa passionless and pure doth hold my uprighted self, Embay with breathless sanctity.