d r i f t

In affection
Rejection

As
Arms reach out to me.

Of sentiment,
Resentment.

Still,
Arms reach out to me.

Devotion, love,
- Old fervent graces -

Each declining
Memory traces hands held out in air,
Without grasp
Of my despair.

Simple folk reached out to me
In gestures of accord.

But, I could not detect a hand
Held naked of its sword.

Charming words
Disarming
Herds of tattle listening prattle heads
To their unembattled cattle's end.

Arms embracing alms
Have preached

As arms have reached
And breached before,

Credence spent
While I was trusting, then.

In alignment,
Confinement.

At arms,
Reach out to me!