condens’d our heats
so oestrual surfaces hardly themselves
       touch’d
     though touch’d hardly
and vaporized—
ourselves to smell
ourselves to taste
inhaling too those fragrances—
to cradlerock erotic turbulence
  aground ‘neath bottomless depths
where render penance frozen forms
       forgiven—
by summer’s eye grac’d their fleshly souls

       hear, our future’s ear!
of today
a more fertile echo
and this amorous passionate peace renew—
      again by your offspring
                     reecho…
                  and again…
pray, lovers keep us till tomorrow’s end