The Pressure of Love: Jessica McFadden
The Pressure of Love
Electrode laden, head bound
with elastic and needles of gel; a moment
of security and peace— machines
running warm, energy’s lulling
sound, fluorescent
light and fluorescent walls: a lover
in a lab coat clears
her throat
and fidgets with cords.
A lover’s soles
scoff
against linoleum, the laden brain
excites the coated lover
whose foreplay
is an intricate setting
up of connections, plugging
the brain up
to machines
after rubbing skins: some call the act
of abrasion the beginning
of a sacred conception.
Both the heating
and the cooling
of body and brain, lover and machine
fall into a space
between
pleasure
and pain.