There is hope for us yet
When words fail
and only actions speak
These hands become healers
Tracing every line
of your shape
Ear to chest
I can feel the shallow
breaths
Heart skipped a beat
The ever-growing tension
shatters-
When these hands hold
your face and kiss
you softly
dissolving the pain
Those eyes speak volumes
my heart hurts
When you grabbed my hand
and wouldn't let go
These healing hands
they shake
with indecision
Terror running through
my veins
The denial of something
real and concrete
A self-sabotaging trait
I wish to eliminate
I want you to want me
for me, not some convoluted
fantasy
I fashion metaphors
and wear them like armor
to deflect
All I want is to **** the air
from your lungs
Hold me tight
oh healing hands
don't fail me now
I need you now
more than ever
As they glide up
and down my spine
Now I'm naked
holding my heart out
to you
©2020 Christina Jackson
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 1:22 PM UTC
There is hope for us yet
When words fail
and only actions speak
These hands become healers
Tracing every line
of your shape
Ear to chest
I can feel the shallow
breaths
Heart skipped a beat
The ever-growing tension
shatters-
When these hands hold
your face and kiss
you softly
dissolving the pain
Those eyes speak volumes
my heart hurts
When you grabbed my hand
and wouldn't let go
These healing hands
they shake
with indecision
Terror running through
my veins
The denial of something
real and concrete
A self-sabotaging trait
I wish to eliminate
I want you to want me
for me, not some convoluted
fantasy
I fashion metaphors
and wear them like armor
to deflect
All I want is to **** the air
from your lungs
Hold me tight
oh healing hands
don't fail me now
I need you now
more than ever
As they glide up
and down my spine
Now I'm naked
holding my heart out
to you
©2020 Christina Jackson
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