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 



Through 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. 



