I dream of fields
I\'ve never known,
I imagine waters,
of peace long gone.
My flesh rebels to
a penance long overdue,
of untamed desires
of Lust impure.
We dance the theme
of Salomé, the final
night of the Baptist\'s life,
a game of pleasure and death
with forbidden outcome.
I sail the oceans of burning
desires, to hot to touch,
as vulcano on fire.
I\'m supplice to He
who can quiet my sanity
with words of devotion
long gone from inside of me.
He invites me to feast
of his virtu of chastity.
I awaken suddenly.
Beside me only a pillow
drenched of the liquid of life
and sweat pouring out
from what\'s left of me.