Hands
Monday, April 16, 2012
The things I miss most with distance are hands.
Your hand in mine, the way you hold a pen between your fingers, your hands grasped firmly around my waist, your fingers tracing my lips.
I miss the way your hands tilts my chin up to kiss you or the way your hands make violent waves when you tell me a story.
I miss the rise and flow, the sweeping gestures and the gentle touches.
I miss the way he don’t have to say anything, but simply lace our fingers together in the dark.
Labels: Distance, Hands, Long Distance, Love, Relationships, thesoundoftheocean
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