I can’t wait

I can’t wait to climb on top again
I can’t wait to wrap my fingers
around it and hold on tightly.

I can’t wait
to move up and down on it

It’s been about a week,
no contact

I walk by in disbelief.
How is it still broken?

I need it badly. I crave it so.
I need to hold on so I can let go.

I need the dips, my fingers’
Fix for narrow and wide grips.

I need to feel the ache
in my back, chest,
and tris —the good ache.

The sculpting ache, seductive
sensation. I need to sweat
with this machine.

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