As you hang there
suspended raw in this box
I'm tempted to submit
Your rough weltered exterior
has seen better days
withstood to passing seasons
your calling transports me
a younger version
For hours on end
I would beat you
never limp but always sturdy
tied up and restricted from
reciprocation
yet, never satisfied
no matter how much you gave me
Most abhor your odors
I endure willingly
tap, tap, tap
you swing back towards me
shifting out of the way
now I thump - again (now I thump)
I reset for the next volley
A squeak between the
hard, fast, methodical thumps
sweat glands pouring
controlled animal breathing
focus unbroken, I beat you
for today
Tomorrow
we play again
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