October 8, 1999
“ ‘ Come,’ I said to him. ‘It is time to go now, away from all this and to where we can be alone.’ I was trembling. How many times had I dreamed of this moment. And get it had come so quickly, and there were so many questions I should ask. A sudden terrible shyness fell over me. I couldn’t look at him. I thought of the intimacy we would soon experience, and I couldn’t meet his gaze.” ~ Anne Rice, The Tale of the Body Thief
When eyes are closed in kissing, we can see
Nothing, and everything. If standing up
Against a sea cliff, we will hear the plea
Of waves and tides and depths. When fingers cup
A breast while eyelids blank out common sight,
Instead the oversoul, veiled, comprehends
Unspoken visions, speaking in tongues, might
Of silent mouthing, and a dream that ends
In love. Perhaps you hold my arm in spread
Caress of hand and just above my hips
The other palm considers how to wed
Us. Prophecy is fulfilled through our lips.
A crucial firmness fills the lack of eyes.
We lean into hardness. Blind love is wise.