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There are pieces
of you in my life.
That connect to all
I'll ever want.
Your hands have a
glow to me.
That arouse beauty.
They create a sacred
wash with kindness
and wonder and lips.
I see your lips in
your hands and
I faint, or mis a beat
or whatever the fuck
it is that my heart
does that transcends
time and makes room
for a moment of
the impossible.
I've heard the idea
that hands open worlds.
I've seen it now
with you.