i can hear you whispering to my heart,
even though your lips are sealed.
i will never forget those nights, when,
slowly,
carefully,
silently,
your fingers sought out mine in the darkness,
enfolding me in something more inclusive than an embrace.
and in your hands, then,
i was sure you held something like my future.
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On His Hands
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