Art by Norman E. Masters
Fire burns blood's red heat earth-clay clots flesh firm, soft- just here water, sea signs herself gives drink to all that is dry air, breathes life carries words indwells kisses. Quintessence: aroma- clings even as we cleave. Gentle caress: looking relaxes into seeing. I am seen, even as I see your light-body enters my eyes eyes hold, but not take receive what is given, most by indirection what was two now is one. Your body emanates ten thousand aromas blended into your essence my body emanates ten thousand aromas blended into my essence. We touch, ever so lightly rub, ever so fiercely and a great multitude of angels wing free gather into moot that was many, now is one. What comes from your lips from your tongue breath-become-sound reaches out to my ears enters, touches inner parts sets them dancing. To hear is to dance to another's soul-music no empty dance, this your word seeds my flesh whom I bear is not me, nor you some wholly other some holy wholly other. That of you, which comes to my lips visits my tongue, sets taste buds abloom flowers open, fruits set the taste thereof is good my bones are strong, joints supple you member every taste where we meet.