The sun of shame
a transparent secret
and inside - hellfire rays
my red hands strangle you
and my lips are white
I love you to death
the sun of shame
you choke from my white lips
and inside - hellfire - secret.
[+ Catullus poem 52:]
Quid est, Catulle? quid moraris emori?
sella in curuli struma Nonius sedet,
per consulatum peierat Vatinius:
quid est, Catulle? quid moraris emori?
