Lux Occulta

Come! Come closer...
You, o Beauty, dressed in moonlight
and the snakeheads of ivy leaves
entwin e your white neck...
Come! Come here...
spit on me, spit on me
for I am the dust under your feet
unexpected and unwanted, I am your portrait,
water and salt, air to breathe
Come closer...
let's climb to the sky
to heights of ecstasy
to hell and back
and then
I put on your tongue