hands
i miss the feeling of your hand in mine
the warmth, and curve of every line
your thumb tracing circles,
so gentle and kind
we compared their sizes,
and you looked into my eyes
your gaze i couldn’t hold
so i turned to the side
you tilted my chin,
with those hands of yours
and kissed me so softly
like waves on the shores
to hold your hand again,
i’d toss my last dime
into a rushing fountain,
and wish you were mine










