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Great pastures of thigh flood
bellies swinging in space
fattened on the pressure
of a syrupy, full light.
Creases of acute bliss customary
for a grafting of Self,
the cloth of hours ripped
open with desire's sharpened line.
On the threshold of implosion,
a rain of synaptic quills,
a symphony of quanta
striking the overtone clang of skin.
A taut palimpsest of cells
folding, unfolding,
tongues of breaths in faces
swimming in dreams.