Of Course

His mind, an unkempt garden, red and gold;
I spot a virgin recess and behold
it with two cupfuls of want. Cold
with nothing on
but Chastity, I'd been old, so old
before being here.

I seep into this mess of red and gold,
deep, deep I venture into the vessel,
until I am the mind, the very recess,
the red, the gold. And there is
nothing more to unfold,
but myself.