His hands always remember me.
Idling over my shaking shoulders,
Smoothing out the hair laying like waves across my back.
Running his fingers across the planes of my body,
Easing his way into every scar, crease and pore -
My everything, and his remembering hands.
Every rise of my chest, every
Movement of my muscles,
Brings him closer to me.
Erasing the pain that once
Rocked me to sleep in its seemingly unbreakable arms,
I open up the doors to my heart,
Never to lock them again. I've
Grown and changed - yet he always remembers me.
Holding onto every sweet word,
And loving the sound of his outspoken heart, it is clear
Now that there is light in the darkness.
Dancing my fingers into the spaces between his, I
Silently fall in love with him, and his remembering hands.
Acrostic poetry is a unique kind - the first letter of each line vertically spells out a word, or phrase in this case. If you read down the line, the capitalized letters at the beginning spell out "His Remembering Hands."