Not possible to have a body that holds 

It all gracefully.

Not possible to set it loose 

Without it leaking out onto the floor.

My rapture burns a little and I am mopping

Up ooze in the kitchen for the third time today. 

When I can really cry, or sing 

Or feel the deep blush of love 

It is me worshipping and lamenting

The body—

Thank you, thank you, yes, yes!

For this banquet, for this ecstasy. 

I cannot wait to be rid of it!