I"ll draw the blinds:
I"m coming back under my skin from strangest kinds
Of death and birth:
Rebellious night phantom has given me the oath
To slip inside
The dark veiled world of flesh and blood of mine tonight,
And his stained hands
Perceive pulsation in my veins, stroke shameful stamps,
So I can feel:
Most dreadful bliss, the lewdest pain have all been real,
From finger tips
Straight to the apple of the eye and down to lips.