I want to be excommunicated
by the distinguish Ayatollah
and for you to let my white
neck to roll on the scaffold
covered with blood.
I want to shout your secret
and dress myself in champagne
to celebrate our last supper.
I want to dance like
an odalisk
with feverish thirst
to drink your pledged loyalty
and with golden pearls
decorate your treason.
I want to be the divine lover
to profane your holy sadness.
Like a sinful serpent I will
conquer your man’s desire
and fasten it to my sorrow
on the way to the frontiers
of the universe.
