The Poetic Beauty Of An Arm

Raw energy
Liquid flames
Coursing down
Those muscular arms
Not overly pumped
But nicely defined
Your veins stand out
A beautiful bright blue
Travelling up
Up
Up
Down
Down
A curve
I want to follow
That road
To your heart
And watch the blood
Vigorously pump
Supplying you oxygen
And making you
Live
Fine blonde hairs
Stand up straight
From your arm
I think you told me
You shaved them once
And then they
Forgot about gravity
Those little waving dead cells
Tickle my face
As you laughingly
Mess up my hair
It took me awhile
To get it that straight
I’ll forgive you
But only because
Of that
Other mark
On your arm
The one in pen
Which clearly states
I don’t need
To follow a vein
I’m already
A resident
In your
Heart