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is that flesh so strange
taut across like-breasts
same sex
and attributes ascribed?
touch is touch
and nerves read only braille
of general sensation
warmth is warmth
and love's not slave to skin
unholy? unbecoming?
show me what of physical
is fit for only satire
and stoics
the enlightened chryogenics
of the nature
housed in frozen need,
we all know it
even if
we can't contain
the fabric's falling shape,
like veils
spinning in a whirlpool of color
dropping only hints
of the underlying dancer