My saint with supple waist
the Lord as a groom thou seeest
wasp like a swollen sail
you soar to hear what he speaks to you, female
his beauty incomparable
his mouth harsh divine
uttered words so they grow in you like vine
his stature of cypress tall
with eyes of a thousand colours
eyes twinkling with no more seen flowers
your lips are bleeding all
reddening your wounds
and you adore him for hours
come into the dizzy grove
let the music intertwine us
let her stop no more thus
I, being the first father, you the first mother
there’s levitation in the Orphic ecstasy
tranquillity of seabed.
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