Spacing Bodies

I am most interested
In the play of forces
Manifest on surfaces.
The game of forces
In the non-space
between bodies.

You educate,
Investigating in truth
Terrain for the taking.

I am entertained,
Finding that
Walking the wind
Is novel,
Being swept off
Your feet, literal.

The game of forces
Spacing bodies.

Shocked by size,
You tell me tales of
Unimagined corpulence
Seen:

Stomachs substituting tables,
Chair overflowing posteriors,
Meals priced for four
Picked at with beefy fingers,
Ingested by one.

My disinterest caught
Out, shocked that
Running the cold
Is impossible:
Inside, numbness gnaws.

Forced to play at what
Surfaces make manifest,
Sharp, sun strokes
On narrow brick
Cannot brush the chill
Off my feet.

The Body tightly wound
Toned musculature disciplines,
Inscribes violence along
A nexus: desire.

Collars and chains
Cannot enslave.
But coiled and kept
Under skin,
Articulated by joints,
Distributed in flesh,
Forces are checked.

Briefly, hand grips pen,
Pen picked up,
Pressed on paper:
A point made is
Pressure built.

Crudely, tongue cut
Is precision turned
Into mummery.
Lips trace a
Fluttered apology.

I am most interested in
Torsos:
Ripped apart
Then stitched together
With seams, left
Undissolved in
Eveloping flesh.