The Night You Kissed My Hand
It was a strange night
Knowing you laid so perfectly still
Within reach of my trembling hands
Producing wavering breath
That echoed off of the walls
And rustled the cool sheets
I remembered turning over
Watching you with curiosity
Completely perplexed
By the enigma that lay beside me
Why did you come?
Why did you stay?
Was it really by suggestion
Or by the whims of your heart
Or other organs of lesser persuasion?
Either way
I had been entranced
And as I lay there
You moved
Rolling over
Away from me
But with your fingers
You reached back
And gripped my hand in yours
And pulled it up to your lips
Where you placed the softest kiss
Upon my cold palm
And with such care
You pressed my fingertips
To your beating chest
And clutched them tight
As if you were afraid
That I would vanish
But at that moment
I felt such a stir
Within the cobwebs of my heart
That I latched onto the feeling
With poisonous grip
And forgot how to let go
Yet, in the end
That kiss was a moment
As fleeting as the beat
Of a hummingbird’s wings
And it was I
Who should save been afraid
Of letting you vanish
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