braced, a poem

you slip into me

in assault

solid

scraping against

solid

the hot and cold

sensations

burning, dropping

inside my cheeks

stiff limbs

twisting, turning

fingers, hands

clenching, unclenching

and i can only

stare

nowhere but up

eyes trained heavily

on the ceiling

in silent prayer

at once, broken

there's a snap

and we fall quickly

into place

getting tighter

and tighter

and tighter still

until

the hour is over

and i get up

mouth aching

of rubber

and metal wires