A love that I once had, came with a hand—
“hand me your heart,” like, "hand me your bra"
While beneath candle-handful lights, unwrapping
yourself slowly to my delight; as these large hands
are quietly learning the language of your curves.
Because after love is lost, what hand isn’t still
searching for another heart to hold? A chest-hole
remembers — a love it once had
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 11:14 AM UTC
A love that I once had, came with a hand—
“hand me your heart,” like, "hand me your bra"
While beneath candle-handful lights, unwrapping
yourself slowly to my delight; as these large hands
are quietly learning the language of your curves.
Because after love is lost, what hand isn’t still
searching for another heart to hold? A chest-hole
remembers — a love it once had
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