The poem
There are only two things now, The great black night scooped out And this fireglow.
This fireglow, 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! You breasts, your nakedness! This fiery coat!
As the darkness flickers and dips, As the firelight falls and leaps From your feet to your lips!