your hands reach out to me,
soft, so warm and inviting
turning cold before my
fingers ever reach yours.
you hold my hand tightly
at first and then your grip
loosens and our palms
slide away from each other.
I am left with cold sweat
and unfinished plans in
place of where your fingers
interlocked with mine imperfectly.
Holding myself no longer
feels the same thanks to
you and your sweaty,
cold, lying hands.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY -put my bra on- I'm so sorry I haven't gotten to talk to you a lot recently but I miss you a lot, if you don't have my new AIM I'll note it to you. I hope you have a wonderful day sweetie! <333