MYSTERY

by: D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930)

      OW 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.

"Mystery" is reprinted from Amores: Poems. D.H. Lawrence. New York: B.W. Huebsch, 1916.

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