You.
You hang around my head like a heavy crown.
You bring me down.
Many hands make quick work,
Too many hands will undo it equally fast.
Oh, how I still crave your hands.
Gentle hands work soft on tender flesh.
I would still let you touch me, after all this.
You illuminate my head like a halo.
I glow when I'm with you.
My hands work alone to undo what has been done.