take an already tall woman
long and thin
place her in boots
longer
spiked
red and with snaps
that click and unclick
-ignore that thought-
think of her walking over you
you gentle man
all stretched out on the floor
between boiler pipes
and anchor positioned
for purpose
that you are not the first
to test
she will control your vertical
and whorizontal
the clicking is your teeth
on her snapping electric
attachments twixt thigh and ankle
there is great tension
I am wondering what will
happen so close in the room
not 2.5 meter away
from my remote control
and road race set
your all wet suits
craftily cut slits
and dry cell batteries
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