Hands


Sometimes my hands forget how to hold
All of the sudden they are unable to grasp my cup and
it falls to the kitchen floor
Ceramic shards shoot in every direction in fear that they
will connect with you
My fingers forget how to fold themselves around yours
They tremble
Shake at the thought of touching evil
I fight to have them on my body
Running over my own bruised skin
Your touch still lingering from the night before
Not as kind as my own, now
My fingers dance
Skin touching
A delicate ballet, my stomach the stage
Where your hands have yet to reach for tonight
Soon, you will return
Eager to use your hands on this skin
But until then
I will relearn all of my own curves
Teach myself how hands should be
Hold myself
With these hands that will so quickly forget again

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