The fragrance of these beings . . .
as they reinvent themselves,
from ashes to stone,
their chemicals mixing beneath a
thin veil of flesh.
Limbs crossing, touching and retracting.
We’re lost in our innocence.
The formality of space and
respect for its immense measure
creeping up on us as we
tangle and play.

1997 CSMildred Frank

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