Arms’ Length Love

When we meet,
spears from armpits
pierce our hearts.

Arms’ length love,
unmerciful until we
sweat our sorrows.

When we see
bloodstained tattered tunics —
seize our souls!

Stroke uplifting shafts —
unsheathed tingling tongues
lick our wounds.

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