An urge somehow to contact a part of me, what part I don't truly know, but to contact a part of me with a part of someone other
By contact I mean a closeness, the sort of closeness that the word intertwined leads me towards; minds, bodies, souls, breath, intertwined, in contact, a closeness
Yet in this one room, with it's lustre and patterned wallpaper, how is it possible to transport or transfer anything more than voice or image or words written, how is it possible to soak wilfully into some other body
The key might rest in excitement, I stroke my body, there is an excitement, an energy that I link to another's body, to another's facial expressions. The excitable mind might be the basis of our transmissions
With my eyes closed I can visualise a rose, a deep red rose set against a black and silver mesh and denier backdrop
These connections are of passion, imaginations of Eros delivered through symbolic imagery that lays the forces of sensuality bare with expectation
Are these transmissions received, is anyone, anywhere in receipt of this hyper-power, are these super signals within received from any other transmission than ones own mind, soul, brain, body or ego
What is possible?
I set out to sleep with transference in mind, goodnight
