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This game of hands

Big
Are your hands
Sturdy as a farmer’s  
Precise as a surgeon’s  
Flexible yet controlled—  
  
Perfect for driving me home,  
or to where I want to be.  
Yet tonight, sweet lover,  
Would you please drive me  
crazy?  
   
Long  
Are your fingers  
Deft as an artisan’s  
Swift as a plumber’s  
They’re sharp yet graceful—  
   
Perfect for a Russian ballet  
Or a late night massage.  
My fingers like exploring, too:  
Could I possibly make a map  
Of you?  
   
Wide  
Are your palms  
On which can perfectly fit  
A book, a spade card,  
An apple, my heart…  
   
Your palms, your fingers,  
Love, they are all mine.  
We'd be playing this game of hands  
until the end of time.  
   
Oh my sweet sunrise,    
you're giving me reasons    
to write desperate love poems,  
to fill my notebooks with paragraphs  
two and a half pages long,  
that don't shy away    
from my heart's fickle tune.  
Everything about you  
is making me swoon.
heyycyanides
Written by heyycyanides
Published | Edited 5th Sep 2019
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