Homo Sacer

Homo Sacer

Your lascivious pupils seduce

my anguished will,

and into the emerald heaven desolate for God,

that lies into the sin of your gaze,

the echo of my name get distort.

Messenger of real mercifulness

on your religious skin,

a Christ moaned with kisses,

tortured

by the memory

of his helpless prayers

that sang

for a pernicious faith;

and, 

in the enigma of your caresses

the saddest son of paradise

conceives a new baptism with an apocryphal, 

romance language.