( from the poem wade by e.e. cummings )i will wade outtill
my thighs are steepedin burning flowersi will take the sun in
my mouthand leap into the ripe airalive with closed eyesto dash
against darknessin the sleeping curves of my bodyshall enter fingersof
smooth masterywith chasteness of sea-girlswill i complete the mysteryof
my fleshwill i complete the mysteryof my fleshmy flesh