Here is the writing that flows from a man’s hand, takes shape and meaning so as to touch and move the heart of whoever is going to read it.

Here is the whisper of his voice, the slender thread of voice out of his throat, the ease of his tongue, the modulation of his lips, the liveliness on his face, the brightness of those words he aims at her.

Here is the address of man and the greeting of woman, their mutual greeting and address, their bodies’ effusion in a diversity of seductions, letting all they can tell about themselves go loose and be carried away -their tender feelings, their mingled waters, their laughters, their cries …

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Here is all flesh thriven in their love and left to their mercy. Here is the clay surrendered to the sculptor’s hand –easily moulded, malleable, tractable, and so much so that their beauty eventually comes out, most happily thriving.

Carnal wonders worked by a writing hand, by a voice, by tenderness and sculpting. Moving motion of earth, moving motion of flesh in its quest for height, for opening up and getting free, for being lively and flowing, fire, scents, effusions of love …
(Translated by Michèle Bustros)