| when god lets my body be |
| From each brave eye shall sprout a tree |
| fruit that dangles therefrom |
| the purpled world will dance upon |
| Between my lips which did sing |
| a rose shall beget the spring |
| that maidens whom passion wastes |
| will lay between their little breasts |
| My strong fingers beneath the snow |
| Into strenuous birds shall go |
| my love walking in the grass |
| their wings will touch with her face |
| and all the while shall my heart be |
| With the bulge and nuzzle of the sea |
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