Run your fingers across my palms.

Feel the years.

Get to know the calloused left fingertips

that tried to play forgotten and familiar


Abraded by cat claws and glass,

scars from a playful childhood.

Cash registers, steering wheels, pencils,


An honest day’s wages made by these hands.

Writing words of wonder, regret, life and


I traced circles around your breast,

rubbed your weary muscles,

cuddled you close.

Shut the door.

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