Christmas night.(Poem)

 
CHRISTMAS NIGHT 
 
   From an old trunk 
   Of LPs (and other seeming junk) 
   She lifts the music box. 
 
   The agony of the grain 
   Twisted through mahogany 
   Seems to strain 
 
   Against the flow 
   Of time 
   When she sets it on the desk. 
 
   Fastened with brass locks, 
   What pleasures it contains! 
   The waiting arabesque 
 
   Locked in cogs and ratchets, 
   The vast mechanics 
   Of love 
 
   Wound by her wrist 
   Through her whole body. 
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