Heart beats, blood flows,
Like a river from her feet, and
The crimson of her footprints
Scares the locals on the beach.
Red tinted, tainted toes, just
Moving flesh, the indents fresh
And raw in the rough sand. On
The skin of her palm is written

A sin that she committed.
They told her again and again:
"It is forbidden, it is forbidden,"
But what of forgiveness?

God and the Devil know nothing
Of how long she must have waited.

What of all she has given up
To save her inward vision? The one
They told her was found only
Through complete submission, but

God and the Devil know nothing
Of the way she loved that woman.