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