empty shell

Veteran Poet - 1,054 Points (67 / canada)

The Machine - Poem by empty shell

My fingers clench, turn the knob
My arm begins to push
The metal hinged-slab gives
Through the threshold I walk

Steam washes o'er my body
Mist lifts it appears
I stop, stare, I smile
So beautiful I turn way

Inside my chest pounding
This is mine and mine alone
Closing my eyes I take it all
My senses assaulted

Constant humming of lights
Purring electric motors
Rapidly clicking breakers
The ever slow drip of oil

My boots splash a puddle
My torso now in motion
I quickly take my position
The task in my reach

I roughly grab hold of the handle
Arm flexed-and-tense, I pull
The machine now in motion
Desired outcome is achieved

A rushing flood of water
Sensual exhale of steam
Rapid grinding of gears
Loud hammering of pistons

I ready for the next pose
Beads of sweat upon my brow
Looking down in admiration
Waterfalls down from my face

I thrust the handle back in
Thunderous clang of metal
Screeching sound of brakes
Finished, I shudder, I am done

So peaceful, now quiet

The ever slow drip of oil
Rapidly clicking breakers
Purring electric motors
The constant humming of the lights

I stop, I stare, I smile
She is so beautiful

Topic(s) of this poem: lust

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 16, 2015

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