I confess i find more extacy in passon than in prayer. Such Passion is Prayer. I confess. I confess i pray still to feel the touch of my lovers lips..His hands upon me...His arms enfold me. Such surrender has been mine. I confess that i hunger still to be filled and inflamed..to melt into the dream of us beyond this troubled place. to where we are not even ourselfs...to know that always...always this is mine.If this hadnot been mine if i had lived another way a child to a husbands whim..My soul harden from lack of love and lack of touch. I confess such endless days and nights would be far greater punishment than you could ever met at...
You all of you..who hunger for what i give but cannot bare to see such power in a woman. You call gods greatest gift...ourselfs..our yearning, our need to love you call it filth and sin and herrasy..
I repent that there was no other way open to me..i do not repent my life.