“I kiss your knees that self-communing prayers chastize, I kiss your feet that would appease the open sea; I wish to plunge my head between your vital thighs and in your hair-shirt weep for my iniquity; there, my dear saint, in that oblivion of the dim Chasm and the Boundless, rapt with scents vibrant and fresh, when I have finished softly chanting my long hymn, I shall assuage my torment on your wholesome flesh.” DesirePoetryPassion Book:Collected Poems and Other Verse Source: Collected Poems and Other Verse