gropegropegrope no thoughts as she kneels before him , bewitching him with her blinded eyes : hands , lips , body , soul reaching out to him , stroking him , slipping herself over him , swallowing him , raising him so that he rises from her mouth as totem , extending from the bottom to the top of their inward world : staking the cosmos , staking himself deep down within her , she , as he is staked , letting loose of all her skin so that she unfurls , flutters out into cosmic breeze , and as she flaps and whips in this inward space so it is their spirits which unveil themselves , this the deep , the great nakedness they seek : that of the ocean which is in clapping harmony with deep winter .