His hands
waffle mine
smaller, four
digits and a
thumb worm
their way
to mine
His hands
hold cigarettes
and lighters
and knives and
forks they
move from pockets
to mine
My hands
now mirror
hands they’ve
entwined like ivy
serpents.
His hands
waffle mine
smaller, four
digits and a
thumb worm
their way
to mine
His hands
hold cigarettes
and lighters
and knives and
forks they
move from pockets
to mine
My hands
now mirror
hands they’ve
entwined like ivy
serpents.
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such a sensual writer.
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