My Hands Had Been Empty Poem by Angelica Duardo
My Hands Had Been Empty
At first
I was not sure
You seemed unlike the others
All in colors
And strangely I found out
We were alike
All doubts just rattled
My whole life
I thought I'd known
What love was like
Sweet words,
Strong holds,
Never ending lust
And then I touched you
And then you touched me
And now I know
My hands had been empty
They had been empty all along
Friday, July 6, 2012
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