Awake and ask, ‘Am I open to eros?’
Openness is an outward sweep of the hand, a moment held in infinity, then an inward-welcoming retrieval. The ears as kind as the eyes, the mouth as gentle as the warbler. Do you hear keenly with the eyes, see sharply with the ears, with the heart?
Hold here and breathe and, while breathing, taste la decadencia of life breathing life. Breathing existence is dulce. Eros before abandon.