Almost Remember

Almost Touch

Close Around A Pearl

Cross A Line

End Without A Period

Feel Intimate Too Soon

Feel Overfamiliar

Feel Raw

Feel Soft

Feel Too Personal To Explain

Feel Underhandled

Glance Away First

Heal Crooked

Hum With Almost-Memory

Never Use The Same Voice Twice

Rise Without Heat

Sign Without Speaking

Silence The Music

Sting Without Warning

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is the most demystifying of all senses, different from sight which is the most magical.

Touch is the most demystifying of all senses, different from sight which is the most magical. Roland Barthes

is the oldest sense, and the most urgent.

is a mutual give-and-take sucking action.

The water fountain is a nipple for the wind, the air around the fountain’s spurt pulling and jerking at it in spasms like a baby’s mouth at the breast. Even storming air thrashes about like a baby, while the wild waters of rain give their breasts to greedy lips—all those sucking movements that activate the whole body—in the organs nursing at the blood, in the lungs gasping for air, in the pumping ventricles, in the press and release of joint and cartilage, in the tongue’s licking the mouth’s breast, in the pumping movements of the buttocks, in the veins feeding at the arteries—the same movement in the whole sensory domain: touch being a mutual give-and-take sucking action, taste being a dinner for two, taste 3 drinking food at the saliva’s mouth with the food pendulous at those liquid lips.

is like air; it has no laws, taking its capricious way wherever pleasure prompts it to go.

Smell is a one-way rectilinear sense. Hearing goes and comes towards the sound, taking roundabout routes. Sight is a fan, like water deploying in a river. Taste jogs off in all directions like an army on maneuvers. But touch is like air; it has no laws, taking its capricious way wherever plea- 2 sure prompts it to go.

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