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Apr 2017
I've got to hand it to you,
the curvature of your palms
are so impeccable,
that they easily slip into
the palm of another,
with skin smooth or roughed
by work, and yet even those fingertips,
slender, stubby, even some missing or bent,
can delicately intertwine
as if all gestures could be made together
and your skin and fingerprints could merge
with each touch like a puzzle piece
offered in twos,
designed to craft and to hold on
forever.
Original prompt said to write about a body part so I chose hands. Let this poem lighten up the place since I'm spamming my feed rn.
CautiousRain
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CautiousRain  26/F/USA
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