Blessed

Without any sound without any lamp deaf blind — in the silence — you with my fingertips I read: how high your forehead is how beautiful the soft arches of your eyebrows. How wondrous your eyelids are like two butterfly wings trembling with excitement on the sweet jasmine. And your lips, two curves joined together: two rose petals over your teeth; the softest, guardian of the hardest. Line by line as I read you I am filled with the miracle of your text. A living text new and new again with each reading of mine. The alphabet of your body is a living design wave upon wave world upon world joined together: an endless, unrepeating epic — a stranger to the alphabet of cuneiform — full of tenderness speaking with my fingertips within reach a mystery without a veil. Without a veil, without the mediation of dark chronicles without the mediation of illusory incantations I mingle with your text as the text of the cactus mingles with rain, as empty soil mingles with the text of the river, planet and light. Blessed union! Naked in naked without any lamp with the sun...