THERE are only two things now,
The great black night scooped
out
And this
fire-glow.
This fire-glow, the core,
And we the two ripe pips
That are held in
store.
Listen, the darkness rings
As it circulates round our
fire.
Take off
your things.
Your shoulders, your bruised throat
Your breasts, your
nakedness!
This
fiery coat!
As the darkness flickers and dips,
As the firelight falls and
leaps
From your
feet to your lips!