Those hands….

Those hands I felt through my finger tips tells me a few things…

It tells me your diligent hands will rule like the wisdom proverbs guides us

You seem like you take accord in all that you do…

It tells me you fix what’s broken,

The way you describe what you love to do tells me that your soul is felt everyday on this earth.

Seems like those same hands gently brings life to those who might be lost.

Maybe the way you wrap them around me tells me I could perhaps feel safe in them.

The way you gently bowed your head before you touched your food,

Excusing the world for roughly 10 seconds to give honor and respect to the same spirit we could perhaps be meant to search a greater depth for…

Maybe together.

Maybe so…

Until the universe show it’s true colors, I can only imagine those hands…

Your unique view of this world penetrates my own idiosyncrasies.

I want to turn you on with my own words but they seem to be lost somewhere.

Nervousness took heed because I knew what was right in front of me.

Those ubiquitous hands knowing worldly things and me wanting to so desperately hold them.

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