Because we’ve kissed ourselves into the ground,

And downward still we sink, while lips are true,

Sweet quicksand love holds us together bound,

And still, and still, I get not all of you,

Then let us break apart and feign to die,

Or deep in passion’s energy make pause,

Yet still, oh still, half-sleeping, wing and try

The causes in ourselves of lovers’ laws

Which waken unto glory kisses new,

And we, unbound by Wanting’s re-ignite,

Clasp triumphing of triumph of love’s light!

Then slowly, slowly, slowly, dear, we go,

To flicker, flare, and flicker in our right

To do the sacred doing that we do.