calloused hands
massage my unwound fists.
hungrily touching my line covered palms.
a strong force
has me in a silent grip.
patiently pulling me to an untraveled edge.
"Where am I going?"
"What am I doing?"
"Is this all too rash?"
but back in the moment,
all I know is that this feels good,
so I'll stop talking.
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 10:26 PM UTC
calloused hands
massage my unwound fists.
hungrily touching my line covered palms.
a strong force
has me in a silent grip.
patiently pulling me to an untraveled edge.
"Where am I going?"
"What am I doing?"
"Is this all too rash?"
but back in the moment,
all I know is that this feels good,
so I'll stop talking.
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