I may miss lips
And the feel of them
Against the bare skin
Of my neck...
I miss fingers
Wound between my own
I miss kissing
The palm of his hands
And the security
In always having
A hand to hold
On crowded streets
Or sitting on the train
What I wouldn't give
For the security
And warmth in
The feel of fingers
Laced with mine
And a thumb tracing
Patterns along my wrist
It would take so little
To undo me
To catch my heart up
Just your beautiful hands
Touching mine