Seven Saints Came To Save Me

Seven saints came to save me,
kissed my flesh,
lectured my soul.
Damn their interfering ways.
Our soft long legs wrapped in linens,
rubbed with lemons, bathed in oils and
We danced on the edge of saneness.

Seven señoras tried to change me,
feed me olives,
washed my hair.
Damn their reality, damn their kindness.
Your soft true words stroke my breasts,
changed my mind, put ills to rest and
We danced on the edge of saneness.

Seven maidens tried to make me,
kissed my ears,
licked my chest.
Damn their beauty, damn their softness.
Our carnal kisses on secretive seasons
soaked with wet hopes, wrapped in touches and
We danced on the edge of saneness.

(2002)