when i look at the body br i do not look br for a name br i only see the contours br of the body br looking for the map br and the signs br where i may finally br get in br br body to body br just this br no names just places br plain touch br loveless and so careless br this moment br and then the next and the next br br no strings no bridge br just the flow of the river br no docking no ports br no stopping br br just this kiss for today br and then br nothing for what tomorrow may br say br br br br RIC S.