One day, quite by accident, a man brushed against a
woman’s shoulder and thigh as they jostled though a crowded airport. The man walked on and lived out the rest of
his life. But the woman stopped in her
tracks.
The woman stood there for a very long time, allowing
the crowd of people—the individuals—to caress around her. Hair brushing along her cheeks. Sleeves pulsing like waves against her wrists
and her open palms. Thighs touching
thighs.
Not until then, late in her life, did she realize
that sex was a perfect form of energy.
--Mitchell
Hegman
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