I Will Wade Out

                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

E. E. Cummings (1894 - 1962)

this poem right now gets closer than anything to touching on the what has set my skin aglow and my heart on fire.  i am about to be 39 and i am in awe of this tremendous world that doesn't seem to tire of showing me new faces of love despite my feeble insistence that i know what i want or who!