To be unhinged,
bolts pulled
at the waist,
hands on hips
slide into position,
the body pivots,
forward pressed
like a garment
ironed, heat
in a hot steam
at back of neck
where words form
against the ear
like water droplets,
then evaporate
delirious with feeling;
this muffled
labored sound;
this breathing,
in and out,
and in and out,
with hands
pushed down
and laced together.

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