Arm(ed)

I burst out
Of a barrage

— well, cautiously

Sink down over you
So you can hold
The real me

And so I could hear
My most secret names
Cresting
On your lips

I find your heart entire
Nestle in
To even the best
Possibilities

— well, cautiously

Maybe I’ve loved arms
For all these years
Because I hold you in my arms
After a period without any arms at all.