Closing my eyes
I trace your hands
in the air
those hard...scarred
beautiful hands
I see the deep lines
where the dust
of a day's work settles
into every crease
and knuckle
they never
entirely came clean
...stained grey and white...
even when
you laid down beside me
you thought
they were too crude
to touch me
but I miss
the rough bite
of the calluses
catching on my bare skin
rugged
honest
grounding
they were so strong
yet...
they held me so gently
now
the empty space
where you used to be
feels far too soft
and I ache
for the texture of you
*hands of grey and white
#bedroomEyes
Fingers
skim your collarbone
a deliberately
maddeningly
slow motion
my hands move with purpose
and yet...
my mind spins
Is this the angel in me
surrendering to you?
Or my own devil
finally waking up?
I no longer know
pressing closer
hip to hip
as I push you inside me
breath mingling
hot and sharp
the boundary
between us blurs
my angel falls face first
into your dark
and she likes the ruin
of every thrust
and growl
the saint
is completely gone
as I claim the depravity
and pull you down
*The angel in me
#wildwickedwords@Changedhandle1