In a frenzy of ecstasy
Her shadow
Hungrily, obediently
Has nothing better to do
Than struggle with her lover?s shadow
In their own frenzy, too
Twins of etiquette, but unlike the woman
Her shadow must live without dreams
And would sacrifice anything 
To be just as loved as her
While we are together
Nothing can come between us
But for them, the noonday sun
Now, I understand exactly why
All lovers are drawn into the night.