Going astray

Your eyes are a customs gate
And my heart is still deserted
On your coasts of your eyelids
Falling and falling on your face
Homeless I am going astray
And you are stealing my identity
I feel like I it was a sacrifice
With a taste of immortality
And fatality as well
Jumping like a wild horse
I penetrate your  lungs like a bullet
Stripping you harshly of your sovereignty
Taking off your frills
And filling you with my vehement winds
So you touch me gently  alone
With my eternal love
Poem by/ Hassan Mohammed Al-Emrany
Egypt, Minia, Bani Omran[/b]