Excerpt of "For E.":

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"[...] since then, the feel of breast flesh in our

mouths, tender acrobatics of lover and friend

lacing our palms together. Nearby, our chosen

mates, or necessary thorns, hover with thirst

for spillage or whisper from our bright bodies.

We don't tell them we've found the circle's origin

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in each other's grasp. [...]"