I am sharing an incredibly dated piece of my own editoria. I found it as I was riffling thru papers to try to discover my passport, but I felt I should share it. It is my earliest and most visceral response to Jeff Buckley (specifically, the song, "So Real." It is no way autobiographical, but I couldn't help but dive into its erotic possibilities...)

...I have not felt such things in a long time, the capacity to languish in the ecstasy of obsession, but I can't help but revere him (Jeff Buckley) for capturing the feeling so poignantly, so perfectly, with his beautiful voice and guitar mastery:

"Let me sleep tonight
on your couch
And remember the smell and fabric
of your simple city dress"

You can sense the vast space between the lover's attention to this detail, and the beloved's indifference to the dress - a "simple," comfortable garment that hangs in the closet, collecting the overall fragrance of skin, hair, perfume, and soap - until the beloved decides, on a whim, to wear it out on a walk with the lover - some friend, some acquaintance.
Perhaps the lover took the whole afternoon and evening to work up the nerve to grasp the dress's hem between his thumb and forefinger...perhaps it was an accident: she stumbled, he reached out a hand for support and, missing her arm, caught a handful of green silk, and the swish of the fabric between his fingers, the vibration of the pile as it pulled across his fingertips, made him long for the feel of it against his face, his arms, his chest, his thighs...
Perhaps it was a hot, humid, August evening, and the exhertion of the walk, and the frenetic, nervous conversation made them perspire, and the heavy summer air carried her casolette up to him at the precise moment of the touch of her dress's hem, and for a moment his senses were assailed by her physical presence - the touch, the smell, the sound of her voice and laughter, the gleam of her teeth in the moonlight, the taste of the wine they drank earlier.
And perhaps, since his life until that moment had seemed like someone else's life, like someone else's dream, and had never captured his sensibilities so completely - perhaps this was the first *real* moment of his life.


Wow - that took me back.