Hands

My hands frighten me

Because they can feel

I discover with these

Dainty fingers

Touch things oh so lightly

And shiver at the thought

That perhaps

They will again

Dance across your skin

Notice the feeling

Of your stubble

Under their sensitive tips

Perhaps they will cradle

That beating betrayer

That pumps blood

Through your

Deceitful veins

I may die a little death

If I am allowed this pleasure

Although I am fairly certain

These hands

They will never know

How to hold you

Again

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