Mystery
1
Now I am all
One bowl of kisses,
Such as the tall
Slim votaresses
Of Egypt filled
For a God's excesses.
2
I lift to you
My bowl of kisses,
And through the temple's
Blue recesses
Cry out to you
In wild caresses.
3
And to my lips'
Bright crimson rim
The passion slips,
And down my slim
White body drips
The shining hymn.
4
And still before
The altar I
Exult the bowl
Brimful, and cry
To you to stoop
And drink, Most High.
5
Oh drink me up
That I may be
Within your cup
Like a mystery,
Like wine that is still
In ecstasy.
6
Glimmering still
In ecstasy,
Commingled wines
Of you and me
In one fulfil
The mystery.
