Hidden underneath,
yet glimpses of those
eyes, lips, hair, beauty.

Before me, she stands,
a marble statue forever
etched into my memories.

Thoughts of Catholicism
from childhood days
burn through my heart.

Burning candles, flowers,
the smoke of incense,
her ecstasy on my skin.

A wanting, like a Giovanni
Strazza, as the pew bends,
candles flicker, vision fades.