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~Fay's poem Best Outed,
has been at work in me...
We are sensuous because we live:
In mute islands of flesh, we breathe
Through silk-screened lungs-
The storied touch, all forgives.
Young, we nuzzle seamless ports
For the milk of our thriving;
Touch tells us what we need to know,
Of this body we live
And have our imbibing.
Broken, the raw surface of love;
The presence breathes,
We gently heave,
Till we are one.
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