Beautiful hands


A silky touch from the moonlight shining pale delicacy

One touch to be cursed, one to be saved

Halo from an interesting divinity

Driving away from this galaxy

I would have to imagine her face

Her pale palms are all i can recall

That and the endorphins exploiting with every skin contact

On the last passing night

Bittersweet omens to defy my beliefs

One touch to be ill, one to be cured

A thin line over a thicker shell

No more angelic nimbus shining from this internal hell.


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