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Jul 2016
I close my eyes
as you led
imagining the perfect place
describe to me, in detail
you said
We are driving somewhere
Anywhere
I glance over
Your hand
resting there
between us
Instantly, I recognize
A flood of images
are upon me
At once, and slowly, in perfect time
I recall now
staring at your hands
many times over
subconsciously, drinking in
every line, every movement
as we spoke
Unaware; their impact
I realize now, in this moment
I have always loved your hands
The size, shape, intensity
the ease of them
The imagined feel, in any way
strong, gentle
warm
they are; I somehow know
The intention of them
part of you
as you move through every part of your day
This essence
so you
To me, your hands
Written by
Lisa on love
197
   Bianca Reyes
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