Mystery / D.H. Lawrence

Now I am all 
One bowl of kisses, 
Such as the tall 
Slim votaresses 
Of Egypt filled 
For a God's excesses. 

I lift to you 
My bowl of kisses, 
And through the temple's 
Blue recesses 
Cry out to you 
In wild caresses. 

And to my lips' 
Bright crimson rim 
The passion slips, 
And down my slim 
White body drips 
The shining hymn. 

And still before 
The altar I 
Exult the bowl 
Brimful, and cry 
To you to stoop 
And drink, Most High. 

Oh drink me up 
That I may be 
Within your cup 
Like a mystery, 
Like wine that is still 
In ecstasy. 

Glimmering still 
In ecstasy, 
Commingled wines 
Of you and me 
In one fulfil 
The mystery. 

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