Crepuscule by E. E. Cummings
I will wade out
till my thighs are
steeped in burn-
ing flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the
sleeping curves of my
body
Shall enter fingers of smooth
mastery with chasteness
of sea-girls
Will I
complete the mystery
of my flesh
I will rise
After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
And set my teeth in the
silver of the moon
I will wade out
till my thighs are
steeped in burn-
ing flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the
sleeping curves of my
body
Shall enter fingers of smooth
mastery with chasteness
of sea-girls
Will I
complete the mystery
of my flesh
I will rise
After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
And set my teeth in the
silver of the moon