this fireglow is a red womb

in the night, where you're folded up

on your doom.

and the ugly, brutal years

are dissolving out of you,

and the stagnant tears.

i the great vein that leads

from the night to the source of you,

which the sweet blood feeds.

new phase in the germ of you;

new sunny streams of blood

washing you through.

you are born again of me.

i, adam, from the veins of me

the eve that is to be.

what has been long ago

grows dimmer, we both forget,

we no longer know.

you are lovely, your face is soft

like a flower in bud

on a mountain croft.

this is noël for me.

to-night is a woman born

of the man in me.