​e. e. cummings
Sun In My Mouth (Recomposed By Ensemble)
I will wade out till my thighs
Are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the Sun in my mouth
And leap into the ripe air alive
With closed eyes
To dash against darkness
In the sleeping curves of my body
I shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
With chasteness of seagirls
Will I complete the mystery of my flesh?
Will I complete the mystery of my flesh, my flesh?