handsomehands spider hands


Your hands,my hands
Sewn wrist to wrist
With no need for arms
We dance like handshakes

yours to hold

If ever there was
a time when I needed
your hands
It would be now that I know
It would never do
And that there isn’t enough of you
to keep all of me
from slipping through
your arms

I am an ocean of regret and damns of forgiveness
no longer yours
To hold


You make it seem so
real that I worry about
the fall from this height

quiet clean

We are deep in warm bathwater
Listening to our ears drum calm into chaos
You braid our hair ,now entangled wet
into flapping fishtails
I ask questions
just to hear your voice
swim over to meet mine