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.