bijou 82

Wheels twisting,
Men peg to peg,
Each working the wheel:
In black cells
Emerging long tunnels,
Unbuckle and embrace,
Slow eyes closing, head back,
Tight stretching naval thinness;

(Lost in the tubes
Black water floating over forms,
Men's mouths wagging
With sudden shock slowly playing
over swollen eyes);

Holding onto sweat
As over again
He to you to me
And emerging,
Satisfied but unquenched;
These eyes meet
These eyes seek
These men walk away-
No touch;
No object of communion evident;
No holding on.

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