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POEM: hands

hands

purple nails on the ends of long fingers
highlighting your pale skin
a ring on your thumb, another on a finger

your hands cover your eyes while you laugh
they dance in front of you while you sing
I imagine them framing my face while you kiss me
running along my spine
then grabbing the sheets on either side of your body

instead I hand you your tea, watch your delicate hands
as you lift it to your lips

Published in My poems Poem-A-Day 2013 Poetry

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