For Her In her eye s t here is m so uch poe try - in her mu sic and phil osoph y ex ist - the move ment of he r hips con tains sym phonies of pass ion and text ures of her s kin form can vases up on which I w ant to pain t kiss after kiss after kiss . . .
Bai-Luo:   When our hormones are in full swing, even a mule might seem like a goddess!
Cindy:   Isn't that what Shakespeare pointed out in A Midsummer Night's Dream?
Bai-Luo:   Indeed. Passion easily makes fools of us all.
Aiko:   (chuckling) Isn't there a way to enjoy the play of romance without getting lost in it?
Bai-Luo:   I'm not sure, but for some the fun is in getting lost . . . in a sense, I suppose that's one form of transcendence!