Your Hands

I remember when you put your hands
all over me and we almost got kicked out.

Do you remember when you put your hands
on my waist while you leaned against the 4Runner?

Or remember when you put your hands
everywhere for the first time and we made love?

Please remember when you put your hands
in mine because you loved me.

Know you can put your hands
anywhere you like and I won’t pull away.

*Note: I’m not feeling this one either, it just doesn’t flow right, but I am determined to push through this intro to poetry thing. I’m honestly a little burnt out on writing and on my blog in general. I think I might take a break soon, to kind of refocus myself on what’s important and let what’s not fall by the wayside.

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