Where there used to be a wax-candleBlowing in the rhythm of a mind inside a manWorking in the shadows of a midnight landWhere words were sealed with feathers onRough papers like a symbol of the presentMadness and its demand this absenceIs more than I can handle in lack of aSeveninch candle desperately waiting for aWoman to abuse me and amuse me with sharpenedFingernails - thorns in modelled tranceI would like to crawl underneath yourSkin revel in forbidden and ferociousSin touch your breath feel theSatisfaction - there is nothing like a stunningPiece of nighttime attraction we wouldBring in some species of nature - if youWere closer now - throw them rightAcross this room - if you were closer now(???) the laws no words upon our lips -If you were present now - celebrate ourPresence until now - I feel you'reclosing in somehowJoin in - the mysteries of heavenMiserable, optional doors maybe sellOur fortune to a devil on the wayAbusement that turn us into slavesA song about the words so commerciallyDespised - prostitution trapped them in aCorner of my life - linesThough I know a place whereThey still can be written down andBlossom like only spring can do when winterHas been around So come with me andThe pleasures of mine - we'll walk theDrawn fields, expose the secrets of lifeThere is no simple desireOnly harvesting of your rare fruitTo many words I cannot put words toTo many movements I cannot hide