Robert Rittel

05 February 1960
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The body of senses

Body of senses

Motion in faint and tender rise, sinking in endless desire,
the glow in sensuous attraction by gentle kindled fire.
Wandering aimless towards the longing bliss by imaginative mind,
the dunes of the sensuous body speaks the language refined.
Memories in time are lost of reasons and moral ideal,
galaxies of fallen stars are the wishing phenomenal.
The mirage of tempted longing turns to natures law courage,
when forbidden fruits reveal the tempting entourage.
Shifting the worlds in perception with a tender hand,
clinging whispering kisses become the magic wand.
Afflicting molding precious synchronicity so bare,
souls in intimate trust in this sanctuary being all fair.
Reawaken that divine force of life by celestial motions,
until its presents is felt in the vortex of sensation.
The climax of beauty within is the art of natural chemistry,
the invisible golden tread of love takes refuge in moments to be free.
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