Hush
And to his lips which were not yet lips but still tools for speaking, I held a finger up to my own, the top and the bottom each thick as a finger: Sh! Sh! Hush! 

I showed him; I told him; but still, his head with its lipless mouth kept on talking.

I knew what to do to bring his arms to paddle the air – crude oil on the joints, and his torso-middle to tank up on gas,  expanding with lust, with love, with lust – to flutter … flutter … flutter … float. I put my lips to his face, to his manly there-you-are-now-lips and lifted him up with my moist breathing.

–  Cecile Rossant

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