Touch

A magic lamp under your fingertips is my body. The dark lamp comes to life from the warmth of closeness. Closeness: traversing the remoteness casting out the distances the laughter of the flame shines in my heart light in my eyes hot breaths on my lips; it is the call of being in my ear in your arms, an echo among the mountains: — I am. Say it! I am “caress.” The melody of your caresses in the silence of the valley winds comes pours, pours a warm and passionate fountain ah! into the sleep of stone...