I will wade out, till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers, I will
take the Sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air, Alive, with
closed eyes to dash against darkness in the sleeping curves of my body
shall enter fingers of smooth mastery with chasteness of sea-girls,
Will I complete the mystery of my flesh, I will rise, after a
thousand years lipping flowers and set my teeth in the silver of the
Moon. A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor. My name’s
Jade and I’m just living out the music de punk.
