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29 May

hands

she says I have crazy hands
hands with fluttering fingers
and no direction
hands that don’t understand
logic and solitude

but I have seen my hands
cut an angle into the sky
and cup sunlight
as a gift
my hands have unraveled tangles
her hands created
and have waved in the breeze
like her hair

when she sees my hands fluttering
she wants to smother them
to flatten them out
and calm them down
but they rise up
and, crazy or not,
caress her lovely face

 
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Posted by on May 29, 2013 in springboards

 

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