Three Songs of Faith: I. I Will Wade Out

I will wade out
Till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers

I will take the sun in my mouth
And leap into the ripe air
Alive
With closed eyes
To dash against darkness

In the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
With chasteness of sea-girls
Will i complete the mystery
Of my flesh

I will rise
After a thousand years
Lipping
Flowers

And set my teeth in the silver of the moon