lifting off the layers , flimsy layers here in the warmth : prissys blouse ; now her bra : pressing her palm against her breasts , delighted by its warmth ; slipping off the skirt and the slip ; panties , stockings ; undressing and in the undressing so herself , at least her desire , allowing her sister to roll back the layers : with her tongue rolling back the words which have separated them , rolling them back and inhaling them like clouds which are drawn down as fire from the sky : kisses and tender licks of her frightening neck : a touch of flesh which is pure light : it rises , it falls : the slightest touch of the tip of her tongue and there is an aura which surrounds them , bathes them : into her eyes which have widened into doors : into and through : down the flow of her flesh , kissing her breasts , fondling them , finding there a thousand kisses from a thousand sisters : touches of desire , touches which have traveled long distances : miles : sighs : light years : tremblings upon her belly , which is upon her belly , for every touch of her is a touch of herself : this the revelation : this the ascension which is not word or thought among them during this moment : this the inseparableness ; the truth that there is nothing but unity , nothing but oneness : that there is no male as metaphor ; no couple as simile : it rings from the rafters , this announcement that `` zav is nothing ! ''