Hands
Soft skin
Swallowed
By hard hands
Hollowed
To cup
Sweet curves
Within
Smooth paleness
Moves
In weathered
Grooves
Where you end,
I begin.
Large fingers
Trace
With gentle
Grace
The lines across
My palm
To you
It matters
How my freckles
Scatter
And so I hold
Your hand




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