a vice-like grip
i had on your fingers,
How fine and soft your hair was, i kept thinking
to run my fingers through the strands
while you unspun me, like tangled yarn
coaxing...clinical. Transactions.
But i had to save face
so instead i focused on your fingers
entwined in mine, palm to palm
skin to skin
skin to soul
Seeing me, and i wonder what thoughts you had
what emotions
what intentions
what love?
what wanting
what needing
what were we
and in a way
i'm glad i left the stands, silken and loose and so fine
i would have clung on for dear life
and would never wish to let go.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 4:41 PM UTC
a vice-like grip
i had on your fingers,
How fine and soft your hair was, i kept thinking
to run my fingers through the strands
while you unspun me, like tangled yarn
coaxing...clinical. Transactions.
But i had to save face
so instead i focused on your fingers
entwined in mine, palm to palm
skin to skin
skin to soul
Seeing me, and i wonder what thoughts you had
what emotions
what intentions
what love?
what wanting
what needing
what were we
and in a way
i'm glad i left the stands, silken and loose and so fine
i would have clung on for dear life
and would never wish to let go.
