From the loveliest poem in the world…
…nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing…
Maybe:
A language that can be extended, relaxed–we become accomplices maybe but I see it more of reaching the breach or fording the proverbial stream, getting by or over the ruse of the woo. I don’t want much more then this expanse of familiarity, a gift of touch and rumored tongue to taste and break and forever fold within my creases of skin. What is need or want of someone? We want each other for what purposes? To clench or grasp at an empty air, or person’s gravity, presence, being?
Titanium of course, Tom…graphics win over mere word processing!
Don’t worry Priya, I’d probably flog myself before chopi ever would! Now I feel as though a great weight has been lifted, I can get back into my “brown study” as they say….
Yipeee, laptop!
ok now the crunch begins
must finish the,”book”
or chopi will flog me
late nights begin….
might have cursed myself already!