Her platinum anklet chain rattles
   yet the bed splinters below
         no fear no fault no guff
     these things / replaced tomorrow

  There were studs on her garters
            leaving shining imprints
                the way your hands might
                      if you used them correctly
    I wonder if, ten seconds before
          you dove in/ your heart might hold


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