There is some kiss we want withour whole lives, the touch ofspirit on the body. Seawaterbegs the pearl to break its shell.And the lily, how passionatelyit needs some wild darling! Atnight, I open the window and askthe moon to come and press itsface against mine. Breathe intome. Close the language- door andopen the love window. The moonwon't use the door, only the window.