Hands

You have the most beautiful hands. You like to build things, compose music, write beautiful prose. They're the kind of hands that hold everything up to the light, making it more brilliant. When alone, sometimes you like to bite your nails, a habit which you've been trying to stop, but the action is automatic, a nervous tic that is only visible when no one's looking, but which I find so wonderfully beautiful. A work of art is what you are.

I'm not exactly sure where we are headed, if we are going anywhere, and I like that we don't hold each other to impossible expectations, but you want to be part of my life, and I want to be part of yours.

I just want you to know that I'm so very glad I met you.

Submitted April 20, 2019 at 01:27AM by mercurialrising http://bit.ly/2PonlLe