“Writing as Lovemaking”
I like to write as if I were making love, doing it slowly, taking the time to make every tiniest gesture perfect, caressing the material, savoring the aroma of the words, contentedly stroking each well-smoothed sentence. I like to get lost in timelessness, as one does with a generous lover, to feel the paragraphs kissing me back and the vowels sending their tongue of soft enkindlement into my ear. I like the way each phrase leads inevitably to the next, so that the entire graceful ballet cannot possibly be improved. Language and lovemaking have sensuality in common. Their pace can lead to frenzy; their frenzy can slow to languor. Words like lovers can melt, one into the other. Let us wallow!