The knife hurt so sweetly
Honey was dripping out of the stab wound
And last summer
I was dying in the sand
And I was dying in your arms
And you were sobbing
And your lively hair
Was loosely falling on me
And you were trying to resurrect me
With the immortal water
And my mouth was dry
Like a dried up well
And you bent over my heart
Like a bloomed jasmine
And your warm breath
Resurrected me, my love