Lover's Hands
A lover once told me
that my hands were
like a woman's
This confused me,
as being a man,
we are easily confused
I lifted my hands
towards my face
as if I'd never seen them
When she saw this,
being a woman,
she understood
She clutched my hands
to her breasts
and told me
"This is a compliment, my love"
and being a man,
this, I understood
Now, when I look
at my hands, it's
as if I'd always known
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