my digital signature
doesn’t quite match mine…
Hand
bubbles
suspended only
on the hand
side – should I ask…
Remember how
your hand on my waist
sent a thrill rippling
through my body…
im not really clear why it matters
but the cat seems insistent…
Hello sun,
hello shade,
hello hand reaching out….
Warm me with your eyes,
hold my hand,
light me with your stars,
if I don’t follow you,
it’s because I’m at your side
so ive been sat here scrubbing my hands for the longest time
my nails are all cleaned off on the top parts
but my hands havent turned their usual color yet
touch from one hand
not the other…
We have a serious love affair
with things that are made by hand
but if I had to guess…
So small and flighty,
slipping through our old worn hands…
