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