By Amanda Firefox
The power of touch is the power of life.
A baby shrills, breathes wet and silent at Mother’s breast.
A lover keens, cheek wet and silent at Mother’s breast.
A soul flickers, flashes from fleshy loss,
Breathes itself back into the whole
Becomes a single string
In the endless loom
Of stellar fabric.
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Amanda Firefox is a fiery little brunette who spends as much time at the beach as she can manage. She doesn't write much, but when she writes, it's almost always about her favorite subject: boys.
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