the body under light of day

Someone takes a photo of the Ganges River.  And only because it tells it is sunrise  do we know.  Otherwise, skies look the same in too many angles and too many ways.  Who can tell.  

India has a lot of things to say.  Too many they carved them in stone.  So that long after the storytellers and instructors are gone, the ways remain:  bodies of labyrinthine desires.  How men and women cannot live in love alone.  

Add desire.  Add hunger for the body.