When you let go of your arms for a bit

I wanted to meet you, rushed to see you

but I was slow like a Galápagos tortoise.

I commissioned my hands to bring me your touch.

(my arms are faster than the rest of my body)

They caught up with you, caressed you, captured your scent,

clasped it firmly within the palms of their hands.

They returned to me overjoyed—

but in their place they found a new pair of arms.

Now new arms have sprouted on my shoulders

that know nothing of you, have never skimmed your skin.