The house of the body br is a stately manor br open for nothing br never to the public. br br But br for the owner of the house, br the key-holder- br the body swings open br like Ali Baba's mountain br glistening with soft gold br & red jewels. br br These cannot be stolen br or sold for money. br They only glisten br when the mountain opens br by magic br or its own accord. br br The gold triangle of hair, br its gentle ping, br the pink quartz crystals br of the skin, br the ruby nipples, br the lapis br of the veins br that swim the breast. . . br br The key-holder br is recognized br by the way he holds br the body. br He is recognized br by touch. br br Touch is the first sense to awaken br after the body's little death br in sleep. br Touch is the first sense br to alert the raw red infant br to a world of pain. br br The body glimmers br on its dark mountain br pretending ignorance of this.