She lets me look at myself
in her swimming look
slowly up and down
over my body, from the cold
bare feet to confused hair

Straight shoulders, pulled
backwards by the tape
which binds the elbows
on my back, a clear view
of underwear and goose bumps

I exist, I feel myself
in the draught of the basement
in the high mirror next to her
and in the lust of her power

Her eyes press and pinch
in my chubbiness, they bite
into my breasts and the tip
of her tongue licks my groins