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When I Skate

I step on the ice
And I’m free
My feet glide

I take three strides
And I glide
And I’m free

I can feel the ice
Beneath the skates
And it gives

It gives
An hour
Of freedom

And I glide
And I skate
And I’m free

The telephone
Can ring, and light
And shake

While I glide
While I skate
While I’m free

It’s not just
The callers
Who can’t catch me

Because I glide
When I skate
And I’m free

And I’d pay
Any price
For the privilege

Of ice where I glide
Where I skate
Where I’m free.

Love on Skates

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With thick, pumping
thighs, she slices
through the still
and silent air,
leaning into well-
developed curves
and tracing rings
around her tracks.
The speed makes her
round red face go
flush. She feels a

flutter as she inhales,
her trembling
breathe
echoing in that
hushed arena as
she moves her body

down,

down to keep it
up and let her womanly
shape control. She throws her
hair back and lets her
legs
kick
harder,
building
 
past
blocks
 
of
momentum
 
into
a liberating glide.
But the collision’s
unavoidable, and even
before it
comes
she can feel herself
 
explode beneath
the barrier, bursting
 
under her
 
protection.
She bites down on
 
her swollen lip,
a bulbous, bloody
 
burgundy, engorged
with heat and sweat,
 
then wraps herself
around the
 
lap. Now
soaring well past
 
gravity’s grasp,
barely clinging
 
to the ground
and trying
 
not to

fall.