Positioning our bodies to replay
Enact, live out our fantasy and mime
A warning sign, dismissed as if to say,
We're here - light signifies it's time.
A thousand eyes peer through the knowing lens
At grainy shots of slow-encroaching skin
Deception tells us this is real; it's tense
And pimples, sweats betray from deep within.
We've been here hours, stranded on the quilt,
And now the cables stretch and burn with heat
- What's that? Arousal, love or pain or guilt?
Or system strain, those thousand on the beat.
Now nearer drawn to the alluring glare
A haunting vision: eyes wild and snared.
