ALMA JAKU

 

Four Fugues For Love

 

1.

 

You are my Church, my Cathedral,

I confess the sins that dwell within souls.

I trace the ten vertebrae of your spine,

Feeling forgiveness in every touch.

 

Each kiss you give, so sweet,

Sweeps my sins away, lightly—

Like a bank forgiving debts

When generosity has spent all wealth.

 

2.

 

Whenever I draw near,

I feel the weight of the oldest sin.

A warning should have been posted:

“Do not approach—high voltage!”

 

I am seized by the temptation of your body,

In every cell, in every vein.

Who said Giordano Bruno burned?

Look closely—I am the one on fire.

 

3.

 

Upon your thighs I lay my head,

Drinking from the spring of you.

Your depths mirror the ocean—

It drowns the sailor, yet I survive.

 

You tell me: be fearless, unafraid,

Do not pray in purgatory.

In love, Hell and Paradise unite—

Poison and honey taste the same.

 

4.

 

They say Hell is for sinners,

Paradise for the flawless.

Yet when we are together in love,

We journey through every path of the world.

 

Cynics warn: “You’ll burn in Hell,

For love itself is sinful!”

O hearts that never knew love,

Hell waits with fire and flame.

 

Our Fate

 

Magician, making my soul fragile as glass,

Trickster, causing me to fall in love unawares.

Even the darkest corners hide no secrets—

With my fingers, I touch desire, staying close to you.

 

I admit: love is pride and submission.

It is far too late to feel anger.

All that remains is to hold you,

Heartbeats marked with kisses, touches like divinity.

 

Ships prepare to sail to battle,

Yet I have no weapons against you.

Surrender has never felt so easy,

And winning a battle is pure madness.

 

Your ships arrive in the bay of my sea,

Like a weary Odysseus at Circe’s palace.

I know—you’ve melted bows and arrows in the waves,

I know—the battlefield awaits us in bed.

 

Let the Olympian gods take the blame,

Those who taught us to embrace our sin.

We kiss—for the world has never fallen from kisses,

We love—as the stars wrote our fate.

 

ALMA JAKU

 

ALMA JAKU is an Albanian poet and author from Lezha, currently living in New York. She holds degrees in Teaching (History-Geography) and Agro-Food Engineering. Alma has published Extracted from Emotions and The Globe on Fingertips, and has won several literary awards in Albania. Her poetry explores love, emotion, and the intimate experiences of human life.