your feelings in your arms

will you hold my heart first
before you hold me in your arms
or will you use physicality
instead of words to tell me how you feel

but this society doesnt let me read them
your feelings in your arms
because great passion has been taught
to mean great leaving

and how can i trust
that from these lessons
you are apart
and will not leave

first

first it was your hands
that betwixt me

i often thought and craved
daydreamed and hummed
about how they felt

those warm fingers caressing
those firm palms tantalizing

your hands were my salvation
your hands were my undoing
your hands were everything that is good and holy

i fell in love with your hands first
then i fell in love with you

hesit/action/ation

i’ve sat stalled at these tracks
knowing that all I have to do
is put pen to paper
fingers to keys
and the words will just flow out
they’ll cascade around me
rushing and swarming
spilling and spitting
yarning the tale of these past few weeks
of promise
of hope
of deceit
of lies
but most of all of renewal
this is my month to clean
scrape the cobwebs from my mind
fast the sugars from my limbs
absorb the sunshine on my brow
finally sit down in this chair
and write