Analysis

Is it anything but silence? Anything but loneliness? Is it anything but whisperless whispers? Is the cell anything but all this?? From the depths of my cell I called you with each and every elementary particle of every cell. You answered! In the hot bed of our embrace, you answered me. My cell has vanished now now my flowerpot is plain to see, where there has taken root in its womb your tuberose. Let all the particles in the universe know that separation is absurd with all its vile words absurd. Let all the borders know, with all their crematoria: the tuberose will grow it will scatter its scent it will put forth newer leaves in your hand: my home. I called you with a lump in my throat thousands of years old. You answered me: Is the remaining world anything but this? Anything but this flash of the gaze of two faces, now, on each other's naked bodies?...