Of all of the things that fascinate me most about you,
Your eyes, your lips, your voice, your everything-
It’s your hands that continue to fascinate me.
They are skilled hands-
Capable of creating-
I could read your words all day, stare at your artwork,
And continue to find something new.
They are skilled hands-
Capable of playing the guitar-
I could listen to you serenade me all day long.
They are skilled hands-
Exploring my body,
Sending shivers up and down my spine.
And you are silly enough to ask me why I’m shaking,
When the reason should be quite obvious.
They are skilled hands-
And I could trace their lines for hours,
Learning all about them.
About their scars, about their past.
They are skilled hands,
Capable of incredible things.