my hands fit so
well in yours
your hands have
touched me deep
bumping my skin
how they sent
me on frenzies
of late mornings
bare to alleyways
by misty sea on
a rounded hill
your hands have
eyes that see me
i hoped my hands
saw you as blindly
o how i miss them
the way we lost
each other only
to touch and land
over inside bodies
your cool hands
are lushy and white
flesh feather plucked
call me little burns
who trace downs
the valley fingers
branches twined
with shy red hair
tangled and us
winged in skye
my hands so fit
well in yours

I can't think straight
because I still smell like you
Ill go mad at this rate
Id never admit its true
But you send my head spinning with just a glance
And the worst part is you havent the slightest clue
I know theres no chance
For me and you
ill smile still even when you talk about your latest romance
Because thats what best friend's do

Somtimes I say things that are random
And somtimes you dont quite get it
But you have no idea; couldnt ever fathom
The things id do for you and your quick witt
Should you ever ask
Id walk a mile
No matter the task
Just to see you smile

We speak of love
when we'll never know it
never touch the flesh or bone
we worship each other
in perfect words
fantasy whirling in our heads
making us dizzy with desire

You
never letting go
Me
holding you close

I've never realized
that the air around me feels cold
because the lack of someone's warmth
because the lack of someone's presence
because the lack of someone's tender touch
.
.
.
until now.