...Soldiering through illicit dreams,
In them bestowing sovereign sepia
Upon the neglected breasts of fiancées and wives,
She seeds the sleeping doldrums with Y chrom-wishbones,
Anarchic finger-snap hips at work and play.
His ghost of Ares wears on its sleeve
All of mutiny under the skin,
Sends it to riot through her veins...

- Excerpt, "Mutiny Under the Skin"

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