Octavio Paz: Touch

[pioneer]

Touch
by Octavio Paz

My hands
Open the curtains of your being
Clothe you in a further nudity
Uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
Invent another body for your body

[Lorenzo]

You know Mike, there is no comparison to the feeling of the sensational touch. It is the beauty of touch that adds a sense of third dimensional poetry to one's internal dialogue in regards to the woman of our affection.

To uncover the body of a body, is another way of saying, to see and feel lover's soul.

How sweet.

[pioneer]

Bran, you would love Octavio Paz's poems.

[Lorenzo]

Mike, I am indeed in love with it. I fell in love with the passion in his poetic language. Intense.


Merci, mon ami.

[hubag bohol]

Touch
by Octavio Paz

My hands
Open the curtains of your being
Clothe you in a further nudity
Uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
Invent another body for your body

SMELL
by Botoy
(with thanks to Octavio)

My nose
Sniffs the bedsheets of your becoming
Bathes you with a restrained aroma
Inhales the essence of your exhalations
My nose
Creates another bouquet for your effluvium

[Lorenzo]

Bran, you would love Octavio Paz's poems.

let me give it a try.



Fingertips' Touch
by: Bran Lorenzo



If green could describe strength as a Spartan, then even Xerxes would cower,
as does superficial fascia cowers and protracts to the edge of your scalpel
But as I come over to show you the proper technique, i can sense your timidity
your body hums and is nervous on my arrival, i stir it my had on your back.
I take your hand and place my on top, guiding your fingers to fascia to fascia,
cartilage to bone, nerve ending to musculature junction.

With my peripherals i can see you are looking at me,
but i do not budge, for you see, i have you now even when i do not face you.
Ever so inclined to show you more, i take off the surgical gloves and with bare hand on hand,
i guide the scalpel. cold surgical steel pressing down the serratus anterior down the mid thoracic grid,
to the abdominal trunk.

I can feel your fingertips on my finger slightly, giving in to my direction,
the tension is gone, all that is left is calm surrender.
So with a firm smile and a wink or two, i can see your face mellow to mine.
"Such a surgeon" you say, oh no, woman, not surgery, its just anatomy.
You smile, i cannot help but return one, then in the back of my mind, i question my reasonings
why i did that. Why i did what i just did.

Then it is obvious. Affection.

That is when i first met you.
Everything else is history.