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