Dangerous Beauty
I confess I find more ecstasy in passion than in prayer.
I confess... I confess I pray still...
...to feel the touch of my lover's lips...
...his hands upon me...
...his arms enfolding me.
Such surrender has been mine.
I confess I hunger still to be filled and inflamed.
To melt into the dream of us...
...beyond this troubled place...
...to where we are not even ourselves.
To know that always...
...always this is mine.
If this had not been mine, if I had lived another way...
...a child to a husband's whim...
...my soul hardened from lack of touch and lack of love...
...I confess such endless days and nights...
...would be punishment greater than any you could mete out.
I confess... I confess I pray still...
...to feel the touch of my lover's lips...
...his hands upon me...
...his arms enfolding me.
Such surrender has been mine.
I confess I hunger still to be filled and inflamed.
To melt into the dream of us...
...beyond this troubled place...
...to where we are not even ourselves.
To know that always...
...always this is mine.
If this had not been mine, if I had lived another way...
...a child to a husband's whim...
...my soul hardened from lack of touch and lack of love...
...I confess such endless days and nights...
...would be punishment greater than any you could mete out.