I think there is much prurience and little eroticism in modern life. In other words, we slake the thirst of every whim, but fail to see it is the chasm between desire and its satisfaction that is the true nectar feeding Eros.
Yeah, as I like to say - getting there is half the fun. But, of course, it has been said by others much more gifted with words than I am . . . Pleasure is a freedom song, But it is not freedom. It is the blossoming of your desires, But it is not their fruit. It is a depth calling unto a height, But it is not the deep nor the high. It is the caged taking wing, But it is not space encompassed.
Brown, is that Gibran? Edited: Never mind, just saw that it was. I've never read much from him, but what little bit I have, this suggested his voice...testament to what an artist's voice can mean. Thanks.