Dirty Hands

I run across the seas
chanting
and sodomizing
a long awaited dream
of the tempest
when I am arrested,
my hands are chained
with yours and I turn pale

You spoil my color,
You spoil my dream
crying a ruthlless supposition
for my speechless rupture
a noxious parameter
my sanity,disputable
loses to
the discursive,
the belief