Hands

Let's talk about hands
Let's see if I can make it make sense to anyone other than me
Let's talk about his hands
They cover mine easily
They are rough beyond his 19 years
They run across my soft skin
And I melt into him, every time
We reach out for each other
Like trees constantly reach for the sky,
I reach for him because he is my sky.

So let's talk about hands
Let's talk about the way his feel against my body
Let's talk about how wrong it feels when he's not close enough to touch

Let's see if I can make him understand what I'm trying to say
'they're just hands'
I'm sure he'd question
I'd have to explain that it's not just hands
It's the way they feel against me.
The way mine feel against his.
The way my soft feels against his rough.
The way we fit together.

So it's not just hands.