Nameless rhyme-stricken poem
She is all my lovers; she has been every lip that had ever touched my skin.
Slight twinkling and prickling of my eyes is her.
She is stirring the great classical music
And the great modern music as well
And is behind every coined phrase.
She lives with me in parallel
Pulls me into her endless ocean
The eternal ocean of clarity, lucidity;
And we live
And we love,