Hands Poem by Vi Lanflagle

Hands



palm to palm,
then, your big, warm hands
wrapped around my small, cold ones.
skin softly touching,
a lingering curiousity,
of if our hands will meet again...

palm to palm...
skin so softly touching....
now a lingering desire,
for our hands to touch again.

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