I am your Holy Virgin -- I conceive
Your children from your touch of tender wind.
I can't evade invasion by your seeds --
I am your shell lost naked in your sea.
Your water gushing through my trembling holes,
Your sea won't dry in me on your sand shore.
I can't stop breathing you -- through flapping doors
Your draught wakes up in me your flutes of bones.
I am your virgin pregnant with your word,
And through my mouth I give your children birth.