Careful how You touch!
By Myra Lochner
The oil of Love, undeniable pure, flows through the heart of Creation send from the four Regions and Seasons to its wonderous destination Smell, touch and taste converge to utter an intense sigh heaving from hunger: "I need to love you ... love me, please!" Amidst the aura of sultriness poppy dreams and musk lies the Slumbering Beauty - Love - in the Hammock of Oblivion Careful how you touch! What caress, what yearning, what pureness and expectation shall be allowed to awaken Love from her dreamless Sleep? myra * AFRIKAANS VERSION: * * DIE OLIE VAN DIE LIEFDE * die olie van die Liefde, onmiskenbaar suiwer, vloei deur die hart van die skepping vanuit die vier streke en seisoene geur en gevoel konvergeer tot kollektiewe onderbewuste sugtende: "ek wil liefhê; hê my lief!" omgewe deur die soelte van die ooste se purper persië, papawers en muskus en die syagtige spinsel van die son, lê die Liefde, Sluimerende Skone, in die hangmat van Vergetelheid versigtig hoe jy aanraak! watter liefkosing; watter smagting; watter ondertoon van watter verwagting sal die Liefde van die Slaap losmaak? myra Written February 16th, 2002 © on Feb 16 2002 12:55 AM PST, Myra Lochner 10 • 0 • 8
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