Yours
Your hand
It fits perfectly into mine
Those fingers, they all entwine
So warm
They protect me
Your grip tightens in sense of danger
It is so hard it hurts me
Please don't stop
Never
See
Knuckles are the ugly parts
They aren't uniform enough for my OCD
They work their purpose
Oh so well
Release
Anger resides in your palms
You tell me they protected us
But not just that
Grievous bodily harm
I'm haunted
Right and left
They have lived many lives
Relationships with other skins
Not mine
It scalds me
Those hands are mine now
Yours only for me
My fingers and yours forever embraced
Protecting
Home
The bricks and mortar to my being
It lies in your chromosomes
A house is not a home
You are
Finger and thumb prints
Destinations to all my explorations
Gateways to the past and future
The present
Now
Your hands
They are an adventure and a comfort
Not just yours but also mine
Start and end
Hold me
Please
Always
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