Orgasm

The engine
of the id
at full throttle.
The apotheosis
of pulse

and breath.
For years
the body's
cells divide,
just, one day,

to reach it.
Reached,
it must be
reached
over and over





again,
shackling
the body
with ravishing
iron,

enslaving it
to a habit
the envy
of heroin.
And cocaine.




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