Today
You worked
And I tried not to look
Because looking would have been a lie.
A rouse
To watch your hands
And weed through the hairs
On your wrist
Like I was hiding, rifle in hand
Full Metal Jacket
Stalking up your arms
On guard
Ascending the bergs that must mean I've reached the peak
Of your shoulders
Bony landmarks
Flank the roughness of a neck
Blood surging, do you know?
I'm at your ear asking
My verbs are veiled
But what I would say in secret
Let me show you my proof
I've watched your hands
Enough to know what they can do.
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