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Now 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.

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