Tell me about your hands.
Every line and callus, every ragged nail
And how they feel, and smell, and taste
The colours, shapes and
Sounds they make
When they touch
When they want to touch, too much
Whether they shake, or they are steady
Paint me a picture
And when I am ready
I'll open my eyes
And welcome your hands
On my storyboard flesh
And your hands can tell you
All about me.