Collective Memory

The sweetness of milk kept in the memory of the papillae of the tongue. A sea in every papilla sweet waves behind the lock of the teeth the longing to drink. The longing to give drink. – the tender memory of the embryo. Tender tender we return together we return to the kindnesses of the womb of being. Tender, more than identical twins and charming dolls joined to each other; together we return to give body to the memory of the fountain of milk in our far-off conscious mind – wounded by the near partings of the unconscious. Like the earth that has come back again today and given body to the memory of Ordibehesht jasmines in tonight's windows; like the wind that has come back again, tonight, filled the house and given body to the air of sweet jasmines white jasmines and white as milk. We return to each other: our sweet kisses the wounds of partings on our bodies they cover: – magic gauze. We return and give body to the distant memory of life the tender memory of creation – without exile without parting – in our embrace, beside the gushing spring of milk and in the depths of the depths of each drop's mind: in the earth of our bodies...