The kettle whistles as the water boilsYou're lying in our bedBlack brown hair sprawled out across the pillowsLike spider websTangle me upThat old gray..
I sit in my kitchen and watch the rain drip downThe foggy window paneI close my eyes and listen to the soundsThe rain calms these weary nerves of mine..
You are like a pyre for whom I burnMy desire for you like flamesEngulfing me upon my lighted throneThe heat feels feverish on my skinMy bones burn wit..