You lie asleep on my now sleeping arm
Your body rises to a foreign heat
Now breaking sweats it hadn’t when alarmed
while I redeem the clamminess as neat;
As I will never understand my charm
nor what could’ve been seen before we spoke
Or how you are within my arms, disarmed,
A moment I could easily revoke,
By Prick; with punctures, I could do you harm,
Instead, I refrain, as I feel reborn-
New blood: not like denial from this arm,
But something like a swear, that’s yet, but sworn
that if I were to swear, I might to you:
This left arm to learn what my heart can do
@AMaverickPlot
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