In my hollow cave, sluiced the indigo tide
So softly, caressing, kissing my serrated limestone,

Canoodling, never have I ever felt such solace
My prudient cave unfrocked, all sodden, happy as a face of a baby opium poppy

My old sobriety now a matter of solemly barren trees

Forever, soak me, my hypnotic blue liquid

For your unfailing undulation, I'm stripped of
: smug, wraith.
No more am I the wretched utopia for Chiropteras.

Your overwhelming waves are what I desire
Your greed to upsurge, your frequent, unsolicited invasions
-- what I desire, let me melt in you, my indigo philter

Let me melt in your unsulliedness
Pristine and fortunate as a child's blossoming world.

If you say, I need to be purged
For I'm so sacriligeous and wretched
And that I need to be burnt in hell to dust
To be part of your supreme purity

Oh would I resist it, my blue lover.

I will graciously singe, burn and erode in the torrid hell.
May devils' valiseform swordy legs hew me, gash me,
Cut my throat and leave me drown in
My own viscous, repugnant blood

I will be a mendicant with those hungry eyes,
Just to be part of you, I will
The supreme purity, my indigo lover.