the tips of my hands have been in so many places,down arms, down legs, up thighs, up skirts, down jeans, over eyes, down cheeks, touched tears, and hair and ears, and toes, and chins, and hands.

they've touched cuts,and bruises, scars, blood, and guts and puke. they've touched guns, and needles, pipes and bongs, bottles and broken bones.

Books, words, pens shelves, carts, they've cast stones. They've touched water, food, plastic, silk, velour and lovers quilts.

But the one placed they never reached was your heart... and it broke me... I wish these hands were strong enough to love you.


  • Luna Kay
  • Wocket

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