SEX: THREE WAYS 



That body has for soul an air-balloon 

 Which drifts with every spiritual blast, 

 Doomed, swollen thing! to leak or burst at last 



Though overmuch aspiring toward the moon. 



This other soul, below the animal. 



Bloating and coating body's baser parts 

 With the manure of its desires and arts, 



Helps flesh to grow still more corporeal. 



I pray that I may still inhabit earth. 

 Where grass invites the foot, and roses smell; 

 Yet shall I lead my body on to dwell 



In the eternal land of second birth. 



If, nought contemned, each part of being's whole 



Is taken up in my transmuting soul. 



