R N.S.

Hands

Hands are held
yours and mine
I brush my thumb over your fingers
No time
just my thumb over your fingers
 
What do your hands give?
other than the urge to touch them
I see a little dirt in the nails
It doesn’t bother me
You don’t bite them
 
Is it what they could do to me?
Touch my face
Touch my hair
...
I should find the sweat gross
 
Your hands touch your body
everywhere I don’t
But it’s not about that
Your hands are yours
and I like them

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