there are only two things now,

the great black night scooped out

and this fire-glow.

this fire-glow, the core,

and we the two ripe pips

that are held in store.

listen, the darkness rings

as it circulates round our fire.

take off your things.

your shoulders, your bruised throat

your breasts, your nakedness!

this fiery coat!

as the darkness flickers and dips,

as the firelight falls and leaps

from your feet to your lips!