Thanks to you all - it appears that there is agreement on how to improve this, so here's my next attempt...

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I'm obsessed with your belt,
the one you wear every day.
Thick, wide strip of leather
coiled on the dresser until you need it.
For you, it’s a thing, not worth your attention
except when you put it on and take it off.
For me, it’s alive
dreaming, waiting, wanting to fulfill its real purpose
Inflicting pain.

I stroke it with trembling fingers
I, too, am
dreaming, waiting, wanting…

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A little better, I hope!