Your hands, fiddling. A spoon, a pen, each other. You are always busy, do you see?
Every time you bring your hands to me I think May this please not be the last time I enjoy your quiet direction, your smoothing heat. Bring me your hands as a promise of many more years of your hands. Bring me your heat as a beginning.
I am capturing pieces of you, I am a collector, a botanist, a thief. I want decades' worth. I deal in bulk.
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