i
fell
in
love
with your hands before they ever touched me
i want to kiss your knuckles and thank them for their strength
i'll hold your fingers for the art that they create
i'll ask so kindly for them to press against mine
you'll look at me as if i were crazy
but i'll kiss them all the same
because hands tell a lot about a person
and yours told me enough to make
me
fall
in
love

My fingers started in her hair
And tangled up in her curly locks
So soft and very silky there
I dreamed of things that we could share

Her lips so close
She cooed to me
Into my ear she whispered……….“please”

My hand, it drifted to her face
And touched her cheek
That rosy place

Where tears of laughter once ran free
Her blush of love smiled back at me

I took her nape and held her close
She smiled at me and nudged my nose

Our lips entwined as flesh combined
My heart jumped harder as the kiss got wetter

My hands they roamed about her curves
I could taste the scent
Of her succulent breath

My mind was spinning
As I tore at her dress
My buttons popped
As she exposed my chest

Breast to breast
And cheek to cheek
The castle burned
And the walls came down

We lost ourselves in the whirling gyre
Undulating in a torrid fire

The sands of time beneath our feet
Were swept away in the blinding fray

Our hearts came together
Where two should meet
Our magic together
Is now complete

too many fingers in too many pies
so far apart my body is torn trying to reach them all
and now I am dead

You stole my voice, but I let
you lock it away. Behind neck kisses,
lazy Sundays, and “who’s texting yous.”
Don’t worry baby,
I found it between the cracks
of your fingers, wrapped
around my neck, you tried to stop
the word *****.  Nice try.
You can’t mute
me. Watch me throw up,
watch me wail.
Your ego is deafening, as if you were afraid
of mine being louder than yours.
Well, I’m ******* screaming,
and I hope your ear drums shatter.
Perfect perforation.  
You can’t shush me.
My voice is not cracking,
*****, did I stutter?
Nope.

But, no hard feelings, right? ’Cause this
new dude says he likes it when I
scream.

i love how brave you are,
for loving others even when
you were the one who needed it most.
the room lights up
wherever you walk,
like you are made of the sun.
3 a.m. calls are the best;
they are the ones
that spark a fire in your soul
and fuel the passion in your eyes.
you made a home in my heart
and a garden in my lungs,
and the flowers you planted in me
filled me with curiosity.
the day we met,
i fell in love with your mind
and then your lips.
your fingers are so gentle
when they dance across
my skin.
your words give me life
like i’m drowning
and i need air.
you are art;
carefully created with
the things you hate the most
about yourself,
but those things are my favourite.

You can tell a ton about someone
By something as little as their hands
(Or as large, or calloused, or warm, or cold)
But a hand holds more than its fingers do:
A nervous nail or a trembling tap
What they mean, I haven't a clue
But they show me things
Wrapped 'round your rings
That I'll never know about you.

I see forever in your eyes
I kiss your lips of destiny
I long to live in your eternal arms
Fate-filled fingers wrap mine
And I dream of your infinity
Forever is in your eyes
Do you see it mine?