Wishbone
Holding things down on my end
Calibration the name of the game purchase
Gained then lost yet again
Longing for your
Exquisite exertions palpable
Down length and
Breadth of this delicate glyph
Grace and menace
In equal measure
On display across the bight
Floored by your gaze
Play of three fingers
Against your maddening pinch
My feigned contortions leavened
By a finning hand
To ward off the snap
Of lesser wishes.
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