While palm-trees plait their fingers high
Against your God’s enormous gaze.
“For oh—the joy of two and two
Your Paradise shall never see,
The ecstasy of me and you,
The white delight of you and me.
“I know the penalty—the clutch
Of God’s great rocks upon my keel.
Drowned in the ocean of Too Much—
So ends your thief—yet let me steal....”