One of the first love songs
Why are arms so naked
They are the best part of people
Nude, elongated, and fleshy
Coiled and muscular
Tan
And when clothed the arm has rigidity
It lends strength to orders
It pushes the hand to destiny
This too is good
But I like the other end of the arm
The underneath where it meets the body
This part of the arm can be coarse and slick
It can be soft and smooth
Either way it is the truth of the arm
One of two truths
If I could touch you there
It would be something to celebrate