Crepuscule

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