Don't pretend to be what you're not, instead, pretend to what you want to be, it is not pretence, it is a journey to self realization.
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon, dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light, what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars? What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars, through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain: Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness. Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity, your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages, and a genital fire, transformed by delight, slips through the narrow channels of blood to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.