arm

I was the hair standing
up on end
and the disbelief when I kissed my own arm

My lips knew exactly how to lay out
to suck over
to last, hold
move lower, higher,

exactly, exactly, exactly

Mine were the arms with just enough
thickness about them
those, equally hugged hugs,
that come smoothly with quick squeezes
adjusting
exactly, exactly, exactly

What doesn’t add up,

what doesn’t go down smooth

beats anticipated
and arms submitted
like keys hanging

knocking like wind-chimes.

I sit and am already sitting.
I put in and take out and am already full.
And I know it
exactly, exactly, exactly