Incandescence

‘The shadows rise, the sunlight falls’*
and all’s aglow, within these walls:
The candlelight, the cold, the heat
The candlelight, the cold, the heat

Sheets ripple, springs ache for release
I am for you, who aims to please
resistance fails, our rising falls
rebounds the room, resound – the halls

Alight, alight! We come alive
beneath the sheets, beyond we dive
into a higher, sacred state
of candlelight, and cold, and heat

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*from the song ‘Postcard from Kreuzberg,’ – thank you, N.R.