
Hand Meets Hand
Swimming in a sea of skin
I only felt her warm hand
fingers laced through mine
like sutures binding a wound
allowing it to heal.
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Me
Swimming in a sea of skin
I only felt her warm hand
fingers laced through mine
like sutures binding a wound
allowing it to heal.
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