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May 2014
I like to think that I have five fingers specifically to fit in between yours
The palms of our hands are highway maps to all the places that we'll ever kiss each other.
I like to think that your hands were made for mine bc you have five fingers too and you fit as well into me as I do into you I think that god made your hands for mine and I don't even think about god.
But I do think about how well your hands sit in mine resting so comfortably you'd think my hands were the perfect place for dreaming and I dream about your hands and all the times that I'll get to hold them I don't want to let go.
I remember when all we held of each other were our hands and things felt so much lighter then, trust me,
Your hands are the easiest weight to bear.
I only ever want your hands to occupy the empty spaces of mine bc there are ghosts that visit occasionally and I never want them to stay
Please be my fingertips
Dance on my palms, god made my hands for you, I promise.
I was not meant to pray with these hands bc they are less than holy but so are yours.
I've never held stars in my hand but I'm sure if I did, it would feel a lot like you do. I keep love in these hands.
I keep you in my hands but only bc you fit so well.
Adeja Powell
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