Latasha

I Untouched by the words it sings The voice retains its pristine quality. Even when the lyrics signify messy happenings- Heart-break, perfidy, crass sensuality: The guiltless voice countenances the emotions, Rehabilitating them to their original innocence. What a range of love has she expressed, Unrivalled in achievement and finesse. Yet she retains the untainted sacred spirit: The high-priestess of love remains a virgin. II She sings of love profane The voice is coquettish and throaty Suggesting rich experience: It promises fulfillment Of passions, ecstasies, desires, The silky intoxication of the self-annihilating embrace, An invitation to seize the night, For tomorrow is uncertain and yesterday unknown: So come into my inviting arms, she sings... After all, flesh is flesh. Thus together the two demonstrate in love The sisterhood of the spirit and flesh. [From The Serene Flame]