I miss your hands the most
the way your golden skin stretched over each Phalange
I still remember each scar
the way they would hold me
the way they would engulf my own
the warmth they emitted
your hands were summer
your hands were beautiful
your hands were not mine to hold
they were not mine to embrace
to cherish
to love
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
I miss your hands the most
the way your golden skin stretched over each Phalange
I still remember each scar
the way they would hold me
the way they would engulf my own
the warmth they emitted
your hands were summer
your hands were beautiful
your hands were not mine to hold
they were not mine to embrace
to cherish
to love