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
  Will I complete the mystery
  Of my flesh
  My flesh