Your Hands

If there was one thing I love about you

I'd say it'd be your hands

I'd say I could tell everything you'd be feeling

through the way you felt me

Tips of your fingers

dancing on my chest

Like the legs of one

whose never been able to stand on their own

Spelling your name

across the broken sea

where someone else's name used to be

That's right

If I had one thing I loved about you

It'd be your hands

and how they held my tears

as if they were yours

Even in the beginning

when they couldn't

even hold you properly

I'd say, no they weren't always soft

And remind myself that

Sometimes

Sometimes

Your hands needed my hands

And by no means

Did that make them weak

By no means,

Would I choose anything I could love more

Than the brush of a back of a hand

That I knew more than I knew my own

I wish I could love those hands one more time

I'd say everything they mean to me

Without uttering a single

Word.