Dick Davis

Sin

I sinned, a sin that was all pleasure,
Within the fiery warmth of his embrace
I sinned within his arms
That were like iron, ardent, fierce.

Within that intimately silent darkness
I stared at his mysterious eyes,
My heart convulsive in my trembling breast
As I perceived the longing in his eyes

Within that intimately silent darkness
I sat beside him in a turmoil of uncertainty—
His lips spilled their desire on mine
And I escaped my crazy heart’s long misery

I whispered in his ear the words of love,
“I want you, O my love,
I want your arms around me, giving life,
I want you, O my crazy love”

Desire’s flame flickered in his eyes
And red wine danced within the glass—
My body in the yielding mattress, drunk
With love, and trembling on his breast

I’ve sinned, a sin that was all pleasure,
Beside his body, trembling, hardly conscious—
O God, what do I know of what I did
Within that intimately silent darkness?