In my dreams you come like an incubus
Settle your wings silently and take on notes
Of whatever I do and say, soft or slang, you never mind!
It makes up a novel as thick as a two storied brick
Thousands of words I have uttered in transfixion
Thousands of dreams I have encountered with you
All, by now, are sold out and known to this bourgeois world!
In my dreams you come like an incubus
In my dreams you kill me a thousand times!
