dark and rise!

late by the night, before the dreams,
struck by an awe beyond the known
rolling in silk and feeling her bed,
lady whimsical was wrapped in love!
she knew not where to plough,
for void a past to take resort.
she knew no hands to clutch,
not a seafarer across the shore.

loud she cried in the moment insane,
"oh! you man on the cross!
give back the tears i've shed at your thought,
give back the faith that i've knelt at the altar,
for you have decieved the woman i am.
cant you see my breasts weeping?
cant you see the cold thats waiting?
before the world wakes in wrath,
before the church opens to sell,
let me whisper this unto you!
no more am i the puritan nun counting the beeds,
no more am i your servant preaching the verses,
oh! you man of ploy! come down!
come down to my woven mansion!
come down to my bed of silk!
now in trembling fear i say,
lie beside me in these hours of dark,
let my robes soak your blood and my blood,
take me to the worlds beyond all pain,
and in those moments of death,
oh lord,
bestow in me the secrets of life!
so by wake i shall surpass this men of lust.
then i shall heal your wounds in my fragrance,
my virgin tears shall wipe thy feet,
no more the woe! in my kisses you smile,
and the crown of thorn shall move away.
finally before the rays unveil our bed of love,
before i see you beyond my curtains,
oh my sheperd! give me your lines of wonder,
those poems- for me to sing all my life!"

neither was there thunder nor lightning,
but a man was walking, along the corridors.