Triptych

The triptych of your hand, your mouth, your hand,
It pins me down and hangs me on the wall.
Your arms, my arms, outstretched from end to end,
Oh, how I wish you could not let me fall.
 

I bite the mouth I kiss, and you should know
I'm not a piece of art you can revere,
But understand that I surrender, dear.
 

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