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Faith like the warrior ant swarming, enslaving

Or griding others, you gave me soft as dew,

My darling, drawing me suddenly into you,

Your arms’ strong kindness at my back, your weaving

Thighs agile to me, white teeth in your heaving

Hard, your face bright and dark, back, as we screw

Our lives together—twin convulsion—blue

Crests curl, to rest . . again the ivy waving.

Faiths other fall. Afterwards I kissed you

So (Lise) long, and your eyes so waxed, marine,

Wider I drowned . . light to their surface drawn

Down met the wild light (derelict weeks I missed you

Leave me forever) upstreaming; never-seen,

Your radiant glad soul surfaced in the dawn.