The ceiling left, the stars fell down like rain,
We bathed in pleasure born of years
And different kinds of pain —
I felt your burning hot,
Your fire stoked;
The stars fell down like rain, and we
Were soaked
What is that we know when we’re set free?
The moments just before: a shadow dream
Of what’s to be —
I do not know a word for that desire:
For though we name so many things,
We do not name a fire
The roof blew off, the stars fell down like rain,
We bathed in pleasure born of fire
In a braided chain —
A license given,
Never then revoked —
The stars fell down like rain, and we
Were soaked
