Holding my body in reserve

Holding my body in reserve,
like a firing pin,
I meet in a bolt-carrier group
love's magazine.

Thirty shells of passion, each
a silver kamikaze,
I, ballpeen and hammertoed,
kiss and kick to the sea.

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