I love the sound of words read aloud. Prose or poetry, really. I'll take either, no, both.
Bring me all of your dreams, You dreamer, Bring me all your Heart melodies That I may wrap them In a blue cloud-cloth Away from the too-rough fingers Of the world. (Langston Hughes)
Read that aloud before you reply and tell me if it does not move you. Kat is to bite your toes if the answer is no.
You give Cavafy more credit than I. I think the body forgets last. Long after romance ends and hearts are broken, the body can still quicken for something it once belonged to. Chemistry can't be turned off by will. It's something else, something deeper than keeps us from pursuing everything that makes our blood race - that, or age and experience.