Sensuous Architecture

Massaged by moving lights
Pumped by a strobe
Pumped to climax
Others unlike myself
Do not feel
Lights are gates
For the bright beings to shine through
From their world
To our dense existence
My friend is romanced
By architecture
One cathedral in particular
There is for him that sensuous lover
Symmetry, rhythm, harmony, proportion, ratio, detail
Each and every one of these, are
Like the various erotic techniques
Of a passionate woman
If he were that way inclined
Symmetry is a kiss, rhythm is gyration, harmony is the crying out for more, detail is playful scratching
I hear sounds
Not just with my ears
But with my whole body
I see lights
Not just with my eyes
But with my whole body
I feel the lights of the pleasure dome as if their varying degrees of warmth were being shone, projected on to my very naked body
My whole body vibrates with sound and light
The best pleasure dome is the one inside my head, though
A man and a woman stare at each other in the shadow of the most sensuous architecture
An insect sits in the shadow of my friend staring at the most sensuous architecture
Me and my friend
We are not like the man and the woman
We are broken, incomplete
Like smooth mannequins
We have empty spaces to fill...

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