Impressions X

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