Belts

Colloquy with this post.

The belt that’s cinched above the waist
must match that which it sits atop.
A girdle first constrains beneath
with bone the midriff’s fleshy spread.

What everyone and no-one knows
for sure will circle there the hips:
the private belt that holds in place
a mass-produced containment system.

Her body, not so very evil,
accepts these lighter punishments
enjambèd here, whose rouge imprint
cross hatches her at end of day.

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