I am the bread of life; I am the entwined chalice
which blood is poured into;
I am covered with drops of seamen
you lick it off my naked body.
It is on your lips; it is on your tongues.
I am soul captured in flesh; the salivated spirit
which you seal with a kiss
on my lips, on my tongue; I taste
our mingled fluids of blood
and seamen - I am yours, I am yours.
Are you thirsty? Are you hungry?
I make you a sandwich every day.
For only in our rapture; the communion of it;
do we become Thou to That
as if from the Carpathian mountains
Into eachothers veins
we bite, into my neck you both are.
I am drained; life flows out of me and into
you; I am nourishment
and you are the soft bread which
surrounds me; then
we eat me and you - only us remain. |