Do you give yourself to me utterly,
Happy or sad, in good times or bad,
Not as a captive, chained by matrimony,
But as a wildling might, free of testimony?

Yes, utterly.

Then I shall bear you upon my shoulders,
Carry you and ferry you to new vistas,
Take you and tantalise you,
Consume you, pleasure you,
On the huge meteor, my belly, seed you
With huger waves continually.
 
And as sweet nectars in that chamber flow
Our bounteous love shall sing and grow
Beat with my blood’s beat, hear my heart move
Touch my soul’s heat, ride the hot groove,
Delve in my mind, dissolve and bedded,
Through numerous neurons embodied so –

Till the night, the implosion and dying,
The fading and the falling back,
Death with remorseless claws beckoning,
And no regrets on the outward track.

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Kenneth Slessor, Sleep