Laura in the gym
A flower blooming amid the sweating tribe
Of body builders
Did she get lost?
What magnet pulled her to this iron heap
This battleground of gravity
Where grunting men, like Sisyphus,
Push useless burdens to the sky.
Laura in the gym
Belly flat like a shield
Twining herself around each machine
Like a purposeful snake.
Hissing in rhythm
Up
Down
One two five ten
Her muscles quiver but obey.
The brutal machines are filled with love,
Compete for her embrace.
Their handles reach out with enticing arms,
She hold them close
With pitiless pressure
Until they surrender
To sinew and will.
Laura in the gym
Amazon with arms of steel
Your bow shoots arrows
Fatal to my heart.