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He guides you across the floor,

Thumbing your American neck:

Right, left, steady as a joystick.

What’s in this for you, lady?

You’ve already embraced

The ledge, tossed the crinoline

Off the roof, written yourself through

Paralysis and into your own book.

Was it reproduction that

Bent you to the gilded frame?

Like a poodle you leapt into

A knot of gold, you entered

The ring without armour. You

Strike a blow, bite, don’t think

To duck. It’s all foreplay,

Your body preparing to multiply.

I want to take you by the ear:

You have a spine, use it!

You don’t need a tarot pack

To see where you are:

Your rabbit heart bleats

In a field of stones.

Don’t just lie there

And let it leak,

Don’t let him

Drink you in, sell your skin,

And buy her roses.