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To a Woman.
Imagine this:
Bound, non-committal, and everywhere at once
There is no molecule inhalable that has not been inside,
(breaths are sharper all the time.)
Bound, aimlessly, and completely free,
To that woman.
And further,
Imagine that Pre-Raphaelite masterpiece moving
Ceaselessly, and with ease, through air thick with panting and gasps.
That hen-speckled, lily-fleshed abomination humming
Whirring in instrumental atmosphere, laughing at a straightened spine.
Breathing.
Defiantly, I'll clutch my chest.
Breathe shallower and dizzy up,
If it means resistance.
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