long are the groping fingers of light
and deep are the shadows of two lovers
on the wall painted gold by the sun.

the beautiful, the terrible, the profane:
a tongue, the tip of a lizard's tail,
a kiss, an intimate touch, a sighing glance,

the setting sun, the shadows, two in a bed.
this sweet dream is my soul's heartfelt prayer.
i am a devout disciple of sin,
i want to see my worldly priest disrobe