If I had the strength to withstand the trilogy of your phosphorous luminescence, your substantial waves of presence and your incandescence, I could live with you. But better yet tease the tantric truths of sense and sensibilities by withholding the enigmas of the senses. Meet the other and only let the voice bathe my soul into submission. Let darkened rooms provide the light of inexplicable beauty. Sure friends can look at pictures or even meet us to verify our beauty, but no face to face with vision. let's remake vision. Let our hearts see, let our minds focus on the images our curves present to one another. We'll stay soul to soul. Communiques will volley back and forth with no barrier. a furious sweaty life alone from the world but crowded with passion in the dark. Folks will marvel at us, beauty blindfolded at the wedding, kissed with eyes closed, Will I'll say "when i look at you" ? no. I'll say When I see IN you. and to those shaking heads we'll say "it's a soul thang, you wouldn't understand"