This seeing was spiritual and not corporeal, for the Universe was dark and filled with the sound of our breath, and the vowels we formed with our open mouths. I saw my holes through my holes and the sensation of your body woven through the eyes of my needlepoint bound us with love, though I could not count it, for there was too much.

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