lap

lap

your gaze softens

into the gym dropped ceiling

as you beetle-back

the lurid green stepper platform

legs parted

night black polyester

cups you

added spandex weave

designed to excite

it hugs with such tight silence

i am awed

called forth

i want to scuttle on hands and knees

lower myself to the lip of suffocation

to that salted point

of damp worship

man-made fabric

a furnace against my face

as i bow

begging with inhalations

for your woman-made fabric

that briny place

unknown secret clam

that owns your essence