fingers trace
the trails on my skin
your hands used to make,
used to take
ghosts of touches
nostalgias of caresses
hands driven by despair
have endeavored to redress
a body,
self intrinsic body
yet every inch screams you
made of nothing but all taints of you
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
fingers trace
the trails on my skin
your hands used to make,
used to take
ghosts of touches
nostalgias of caresses
hands driven by despair
have endeavored to redress
a body,
self intrinsic body
yet every inch screams you
made of nothing but all taints of you
