hands delicate hands so
Soft and supple curled in fingers
Resting tension released because hands are what you see my hands
will hurt you and my same hands will
Heal you and hold you
because my hands are an extension of my heart my inner heart and I don't want you to see them
so I have them always hidden and tucked away
but maybe sometimes I'll let you hold my hand in yours, together hands they become, and together we can feel and be.
YOU ARE READING
In Principio
Poetryhello and welcome to a piece of my brain. enjoy your stay. Y E A R O N E.
