handsA Poem by Yheelalike the pieces of a puzzle my body made into being by your hands breaking apart in ecstasy carefully reconstructed we play the game over and over mapping each other’s countries erasing boundaries drawing new lines in the sand hush now baby let your hands do all the talking taking me over the edge © 2015 Yheela |
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1 Review Added on January 30, 2015 Last Updated on January 30, 2015 AuthorYheelaGotene, SwedenAboutReader, geek, published poet and author, gamer, nerd, mom, lazy, N7, wannabe, kind, Browncoat, ironic, Borderlander, crafty and a lot more ... ~*~ more..Writing
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