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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. |