Arm Wrestling
(or wait* lifting, maybe)
Elbows down, palms
gently, fitting together.
Wait until I say go.
Meanwhile, facing each
other, eyes closed or not.
Wait. Wait. Wait,
until I say go.
there it is ... Wait. Wait.
the tingling radiance,
Ah … Go! Go! Go!
This wrestling a rouse,
a hug without hugging.
Smile. Radiate joy.
Everyone wins.
Asterisk for the listeners
*wait is spelled w a i t.
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DLWhite
poem
10/23/21
6/15/23
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