I want to kiss you in the heart of a thunderstorm
I want to be tortured in the amethyst chambers of your heart
I want to float like a leaf on the surface of your eyes
before plunging into the beatific deep.

I want to kiss you in the heart of a thunderstorm!
I want to remake my God in Your own image!
I want to be nailed to a cross and hung from your neck
to rest against the sacred temple of your body.

I want to sleep all day long so I may daydream at midnight;
to see your face, radiant against uncompromised darkness
a pristine projection of vital perfection,
circumscribed in an obsidian frame,
incensed by an amethyst flame,
and sealed with the kiss of your sapphire name.