Bjork sun in my mouth

I will wade out
Till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air
Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness
In the sleeping curves of my body
I shall enter fingers of smooth mastery with chasteness of sea-girls
Will I complete the mystery of my flesh?
Will I complete the mystery of my flesh, my flesh?