Tears and laughter, lost among pleasures past.
Hands and arms, fingers marking patterns on the sheets.
Pull as I do on the yarn, I feel the silhouette of your body.
At my very own desire, behind this ancient whim.
Trembling body, twinkling in the dawn light
Hurt me, softly and sweetly.
Weave, weave fortune into a new dress,
The most beautiful and pure story,
Lived by others in times before us,
A still night with not even a candlelight
was asked of the Moon,
The hot ashes that till their heat give.
As a looking glass beneath the Sun.
May never the dawn break.
Tongues of flame heat and burn hearts.
Raw skin rubs and chafes.
A distant echo whispers your name,
a sound from another time, down through the ages.
Trembling body, twinkling in the dawn light
Hurt me, softly and sweetly.
She would fall a thousand and one times
Into his arms and the waters
would baptize new apostles
needing not crucifixes
nor frightened eyes.
Sacred altars upon which, through guilt
sacrifices are made
whilst in the bed of serene love
safe and secure love, we sail on.
Trembling body, twinkling in the dawn light
Hurt me, softly and sweetly.