The Spike or Victoria University College Review 1935
I think—soon your mouth will be there
Sealing the sweet fulness of her mouth
In one anealing flow;
The slow curve of her cheek
Will yield to your exploring;
The deep knowledge of the constant eyes
The dear hands and soft hair
Long-desired—so proudly hers—
You shall know.
I say—there shall be oneness
Between you and her; that sequestered self
Shall give up its secrets; surrender
Does not deprive the loving heart—it shall enrich it.
Your questings—brain-woven and heart-passioned