I wish the sin that burns
Dwells in my heart ravish
In unfaithful arms I crush
But freedom I feel in discreet
There I stay still, un-beautifully
Deciding if finally my mind gets
There is no such thing as eternally
I’ve seen lovers chasing dead doves.
Who am I to say that’s all there is?
Though my memory comes back with unwelcome ease.
I used to write blue sky and flowers
Now I read great words mental slaughters