my hands fit so well in yours your hands have touched me deep bumping my skin how they sent me on frenzies of late mornings bare to alleyways by misty sea on a rounded hill your hands have eyes that see me i hoped my hands saw you as blindly o how i miss them the way we lost each other only to touch and land over inside bodies your cool hands are lushy and white flesh feather plucked call me little burns who trace downs the valley fingers branches twined with shy red hair tangled and us winged in skye my hands so fit well in yours