[SECTION I] Red living flakes of demon snow Poison‑relate the sinning air To atom‑clear red sick flowers who Rootless jut out of Night and There Relation being itself a clutch Upon the throbbing veins in seeing So the surviving over‑much Is not contiguous to being Yet philter‑aureole or lay Sung round the rites of altared vice The poppies of o'er‑memory may Spin cobweb‑circles lusting thrice Around the phallic selfness stood Midway from intellect to sense Round whose void a tongued mist thrust‑dense To the cut lips gives conscious blood [SECTION II] She the despised communion owes To vice of tainting holy things And making eucharists of throes When lust thickens with pin‑soft wings For her mouth red till purple is black Supplies a space in the lost rites And intermits our heart‑beats' track Senseward to demon infinites Till on the point of the spasm cast Like a mantle on consciousness The veil is rent in temple waste And the tongue‑flowers remouth from Space
