רביעי

I like it the most when you speak with your hands,
y o u –
fully unveiled from words.
(Like weapons they hold us hostage)

But you look so beautiful just like that!
Without any hang-ups or punctuations.
No finger can curl the wrong way,
No thumb too long a nail.

When we first spoke your hands were in mittens,
I knit them myself
Thought I could catch you that way.
I’m glad you we outgrew them.

Nu-
show your wrists
that turn the World
so boldly blanketed with stars,
A quilt you made one Wednesday noon.

Upon this tapestry so worn and woven
There’s a hole.
Can you see it?
(It’s a secret!)
My finger’s on it.
It waits for yours.

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About doriellebrooke

I am (and you are) one part of a very large and lovely whole. (we will continue to) Contribute incessantly to that whole, ensuring the Return that we all long for.
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