Arms

From one to ten,

count dear friends

in a warmth skin

guides discipline.

I take the broken

notion of devotion

and cast in ocean

that was motion.

Take your place

so strong a face

we see again my

arms your waist.

Tell me secrets

things only for me.

Take me around

your far vast sea.

I touched a thigh

ran fingers over

your arms, back.

Over shoulders.

Steer my anger in

unto the canopy go.

Make quenched

a thirst taken slow.

Shall I ever mock

or transpire hate,

put your arms for

my anger to abate.