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MYSTERY

     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
     In ecstasy.

     Glimmering still
     In ecstasy,
     Commingled wines
     Of you and me
     In one fulfil
     The mystery.