Let’s dance to love’s melody before we forget the rhythm.
Let’s worship Fiery Eros on that soft and horizontal altar.
Let’s embrace the most naked Truth of them all,
the most HUMAN of them all!
Reality
is
touch.
Now close your eyes and remember
the warmth of loving caresses,
the sweet taste of heaven on your lips,
the scent of desire burning in the darkness,
the sacred fusion as two melt into one.
This is what matters,
if anything does.
Sight and sound alone are porn,
servants of greedy and glowing gods,
ruling in this Land of Lotus Eaters,
in this Cave of Shadows,
in these dark rooms
where so many
sit all
alone.
But as long as we dance,
you and I,
in those lingering hours of the night,
and revere the fiery god
of flesh
and touch
and passion
and tenderness,
as long as we keep the faith,
and spurn those glowing gods
who offer only loneliness and despair,
then there’s still hope.
There must be!
So let this be my axiom!
Let this be your vow!
Let this be our mantra!
Reality
is
touch.
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PDW
Dry Grove, Illinois
January 2025