When her wheeled-chair parted the
electron-portals, and under
the indulgent gaze of the
medical-staff they flew, too
long in the purdah of their casts,
into each other's arms, then
laughingly, wonderingly
touched each tenderly grafted
cadaver-tissue - lips, eyes, and
facial skin for Kadmos; hands,
and dorsal skin, and breast, Har-
monia - both caught, but lightly
put out of their minds, a hiss
new to their mythically
straitlaced union: Jealouly?
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