Arms, Shoulders, Knees & Toes

I thought about your arms last night, holding me, and your hands on my back. The smell of your hair under your hat. That hat you’ll never remove. I’ve gotten used to it by now, but your arms. Your go, go arms. So long and lacking of grace. But you’ll always be my inspector.

Of love.

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