Sometimes it happens I wish
the sea to be the colour of your eyes
and to open for me
like for Jesus
Sometimes it happens I taste
a hibiscus coloured kiss.
You turn water into wine
like for Jesus
Here I am separating my soul from my body
My soul that you crucified
and my body that you never wanted.
If you were mine...
And I don’t need much, just a bite of love,
the world as naphora,
God forgive me, this love is
my bread with seven crusts
If you were mine...
(translated by Gavrilo Došen)