Phallic reeds and vulviform
Wombs.
Are they in anyway special or
different or peculiar in comparison to other parts of the skin?
To the eyelids? To the fingers?
To the tongue? Mouth? Anus? For Earthfolk, none are
special, different or peculiar in a separating way.
Rather, they differ in how each leads toward
fullness, towards sensually precious ecstasy.
You observe that the flirtatious
look finds itself touching in a tender way, leading to a kiss,
then a more
pervasive touching of the body, of all parts, genitalia, excitation.
This leads to a somewhat seething, frenzied drive to enter
into the
other, not just with Reed and Womb, but, while needing those,
the drive is so intense that words clang hollow, emotions
whack you both about,
and the convulsion and propelling of bodily fluids and contraction
of muscles and the sheer heat and sweat and … Whew!
...The genital embrace is certainly one way of entering the sensually
precious beloved. You hardly know yourself. You stare, peer at
the other, wondering!
Wonder-struck. Stunned into floating in silence!
As you age, you come
to know, or if you’re young, you might hear from “old lovers,”
that such intimacy is engendered in quite different ways. With varying
degrees of intensity, but nevertheless with as much, if not more,
sense of intimacy and presence.
You learn that the skin,
itself, in its many manifestations (as body, as mind, as heart)
is but
a simile, a metaphor, an anagogic allusion.
But what you come to clearly know and understand
is that skin creatively imagines. Has been
creatively imagining. Is the creating presence, now and forever.
Continue—skin
