Love Poem: Yours
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Written by: Lacy Wallace

Yours

Your hand
It fits perfectly into mine
Those fingers, they all entwine
So warm

They protect me
Your grip tightens in sense of danger
It is so hard it hurts me
Please don't stop
Never

See
Knuckles are the ugly parts
They aren't uniform enough for my OCD
They work their purpose
Oh so well

Release
Anger resides in your palms
You tell me they protected us
But not just that
Grievous bodily harm
I'm haunted

Right and left
They have lived many lives
Relationships with other skins
Not mine
It scalds me

Those hands are mine now
Yours only for me
My fingers and yours forever embraced
Protecting

Home
The bricks and mortar to my being
It lies in your chromosomes
A house is not a home
You are

Finger and thumb prints
Destinations to all my explorations
Gateways to the past and future
The present
Now

Your hands
They are an adventure and a comfort
Not just yours but also mine
Start and end

Hold me
Please






Always