On the shrine
Emit the fragrant eglantine,
Grape-like taste of good red wine
These blood-red flowers on the shrine.
The Cosmic Blood
That beats within
The scarlet veins of your pure skin
Is blood-red too and free from sin,
The Cosmic Blood that beats within.
And I have blood
That colour too
And you are me and I am you,
It isn’t easy too construe
The blood in me that flows in you.
Oh, kill the mind
And open now elusive gates
To free me from the heavy chains
So I can flow through your pure veins.
Bruce Cooper 1990