Torment and ecstasy

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.