I wonder how often you hum yourself
the song of belonging to another.
I hope you find yourself in a rhythm-
I wouldn't mind if we were synchronized,
but I could live with being a step slow.
You could lose the capris, just keep the heels.
How many times have you practiced that move?
Emergency-stop, belts and bra come off.
I can keep the beat, you moan a few bars.
Sweat drips, slop slips, spit clings like spider's silk.