I sit in the warmth of this room: a cold draught pushes the curtain's velvet temper: the laxity of heat disturbs my soul that insists I sit in the chill sans fear.
For this great body of mine that extends to the limits of below and above, dimensions this present room and beyond; houses my spirit, warmed only in love.
Forestalling here the simple platitude of fleshly code of self-indulgence; resigning itself to beatitude such as is at the core of existence
