I want to understand your dreams of flesh
Follow you to unknown worlds of sense,
To accept such knowledge and read the signs
Of secret yearnings conceived in stealth
And carried out in dread of day.
But shall this mingling of our wills erase
the image of your body dear
In supine crucifixion stilled.
Will I remember in the midst of wild frolics
The emptiness these disclosures bared?
It is not that I don’t understand
The meaning of your ways
Or fail to perceive their innocence.
Let us each to our secret paths return,
You to your agonies of flesh
And I, the stillness of spirit regain.