DANCE OF THE GIRLS CHEMISES
A dozen girls chemises
drying on a line,
floral lace at the breast
like rose windows in a Gothic cathedral.
shield Thou me from all evil.
A dozen girls chemises,
innocent girls games on a sunlit lawn,
the thirteenth, a mans shirt,
ending in adultery and a pistol shot.
The wind thats streaming through the chemises,
our earth embraced by its sweet breezes:
a dozen airy bodies.
Those dozen girls made of light air
are dancing on the green lawn,
gently the wind is modelling their bodies,
breasts, hips, a dimple on the belly there --
open fast, oh my eyes.
Not wishing to disturb their dance
I softly slipped under the chemises knees,
and when any of them fell
I greedily inhaled it through my teeth
and bit its breast.
which we inhale and feed on,
love that our dreams are keyed on,
that dogs our rise and fall:
yet the sum of all.
In our all-electric age
nightclubs not christenings are the rage
and love is pumped into our tyres.
My sinful Magdalen, dont cry:
Romantic love has spent its fires.
Faith, motorbikes, and hope.