Let my wandering hand enter
Behind, in front, on top, beneath, between
My America, my land in sight
Kingdom of peace if only a man conquers her
My precious mine, my happy
Empire of whoever penetrates thy mystery.
I free myself becoming your slave
Wherever my hand falls, I engrave with my stamp
Total nakedness all pleasure hails from the body
(Like the soul without a body) without vestments
Like garish bookbinding
Made for the illiterate, the woman dolls herself up
But she is a mystical book and only
Few are granted the privilege
Of reading her
Let my wandering hand enter
Behind, in front, on top, beneath, between
My America, my land in sight
Kingdom of peace if only a man conquers her
My precious mine, my happy
Empire of whoever penetrates thy mystery.
I free myself becoming your slave
Wherever my hand falls, I engrave with my stamp
Total nakedness all pleasure hails from the body
(Like the soul without a body) without vestments
Like garish bookbinding
Made for the illiterate, the woman dolls herself up
But she is a mystical book and only
Few are granted the privilege
Of reading her
I am one who knows