The Spice-Box of Earth

Who is familiar with you? Who recalls you? yet in your home a ritual is in growth: it's not accomplished: it wishes extra humans. someday the door is opened to the fanatics' chamber. The room has develop into a dense backyard, choked with colors, smells, sounds you've gotten by no means recognized. The mattress is delicate as a wafer of sun, in the course of the backyard it stands on my own. within the mattress the enthusiasts, slowly and intentionally and silently, practice the act of affection. Their eyes are closed, as tightly as though heavy cash of flesh lay on them. Their lips are bruised with new and previous bruises. Her hair and his beard are hopelessly tangled. whilst he places his mouth opposed to her shoulder she is doubtful no matter if her shoulder has given or acquired the kiss. All her flesh is sort of a mouth. He contains his arms alongside her waist and feels his personal waist caressed. She holds him nearer and his personal fingers tighten round her. She kisses the hand beside her mouth. it's his hand or her hand, it hardly ever concerns, there are such a lot of extra kisses. You stand beside the mattress, weeping with happiness, you rigorously peel away the sheets from the slow-moving our bodies. Your eyes are jam-packed with tears, you slightly make out the fanatics. As you undress you sing out, and your voice is exceptional simply because now you suspect it's the first human voice heard in that room. the clothes you permit fall develop into vines. You climb into mattress and get well the flesh. you close up your eyes and make allowance them to be sewn close. You create an include and fall into it. there's just one second of discomfort or doubt as you ask yourself what number multitudes are mendacity beside your physique, yet a mouth kisses and a hand soothes the instant away. whilst I exposed Your physique while I exposed your physique i assumed shadows fell deceptively, urging stories of excellent rhyme. i assumed i'll bestow attractiveness like a benediction and that your half-dark flesh might resolution to the prayer. i presumed I understood your face simply because I had obvious it painted two times or 100 occasions, or kissed it whilst it used to be carved in stone. With just a breath, a obscure turning, you exposed shadows extra deftly than I had flesh, and the genuine and violent proportions of your physique made out of date previous treaties of excellence, measures and poems, and clamoured with a unmarried problem of non-public good looks, which can't be interpreted or praised: it has to be met. The Adulterous other halves of Solomon The adulterous better halves of Solomon Lie with younger archers at the back of the filigree doorways. The tune from his throne room, tune of Negroes And knowledgeable boys, comes over the evening, prior silver doorways, into chambers the place enthusiasts by no means intended to betray their king. How they sing, his musicians, And our associates are mendacity unclothed, Marvelling on the fantastic thing about his court docket, And although they betray him, those squaddies, those queens, Why, they're the King's males, they love and honour him. O Solomon, name away your spies. You be mindful the angels in that backyard, After the guy and girl were expelled, mendacity below the holy bushes whereas their swords burnt out, And Eve used to be in a few far away branches, Calling for her lover, and doubled up with ache.