Second Skin
Location
And to this day
I will admit that all I ever wanted was to hold your hand
For the thought of my fingers playing in your palm
Sent shivers everywhere
Postage stamps weren’t cheap
And I’m still paying the price
Pennies, nickels and dimes
Your large hands in mine made sense
But I will remain forever in debt
Until you allow me to play fortune teller
Tracing your lifelines
Always trying to find a way to connect them back to mine
I guess it was never in the stars
But I
Continued shooting
Hanging on every word
If’s, and’s, but’s and well’s
I kept wishing
That every time your left hand would dangle
My right would naturally become entangled
And your grip
Would diagnose me with full
onset
arthritis
I dreamed of being a writer
But I could live without it
As long as the spaces between my fingers remain filled
Never on E
I’d be happy
Elated
The comfort of never again having to buy mittens
Winter became non-existent
Sunny days were abolished because having to shield our eyes
Would result in the sticky residue collected over months
Being exposed to the air
And we feared that the sweetness would attract the bumblebees
Who’ve been starving to taste some
Truly
Organic
Pollen
Because we are the Fresh Market
Of hand holders
Not advocates of hand held devices
But true diplomats of PDA
Never have I ever wanted anything more
Than my clammy hands to make chowder with yours
I was always
A fan of seafood
But only you knew how much I preferred dessert
We stayed up late
And our fingertips became nomads
But whenever asked
There was no doubt that they knew exactly where home was
Make me your secondary address
I’m more than happy to be your emergency contact
Because these hands can certainly do a hell of a lot more than heal
They can tell deliciously illicit stories
But only when your body is the canvas
They can count the amount of our shared heavy breaths
But they can never seem to lift them
There will be no need to calibrate
For I will learn that my fingerprints have been imprinted in your DNA
A long ways before they were ever in mine
And I have nothing but full intentions
In making sure that your hands
Find their way back home
I’m calling in an amber alert
Because babe they’ve never been more lost
And I know I’m going to hate the wait
But I’m gonna see you on that milk carton every morning
And I will eat my breakfast slowly