The voice of the bodiless lover is a tropefor the world's brooding power to scintillate our aliveness
in physical space To animate us to our ownskin's porous interest in exchanging matter with the matter
both inside and beyond its seal The voice's perfumecrosses the bleak dark valley we like to consider
the separateness of the individual; it lets us bein the midst of an erotic thrall while we
rinse our mugs and wipe our stained cupboards Itassures us the body is not a married organ
properly bound to one dock but a canoe, okay,careening on a fluid carpet of whimsy and longing
virtually upended in a spray of language, seriously amorousabout the sea world and all the voices its sheathlike
structure would and can contain
