True Nature

There is nothing more to say, and nothing much has been said. Quantities of talk are measured carefully, like rice and tea, so we revert to our mother culture in such times of impasse. With your full pink-beige lips, you immerse yourself in sucking up countable buckwheat noodles and exactly one measure of scorching green tea. At the same time, I spread butter thoroughly on toasted homemade bread and silently sip endless cups of espresso with my thin, pale red.

The erotic burns images into our souls. Or does it simply mirror them? This may happen unexpectedly when an image, word or sound ignites a deep feeling entirely out of the blue. It takes us by utter surprize; the body reacts without the mind’s interference, and we know it is a pure and ancient event.