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Naomi Shihab Nye, from Fuel: Poems; “Hidden”

The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands.

(from Carolyn Forché's The Country Between Us)

Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things. They let things go.

- Mary Reufle -

Take my hands in your hands, teach me to remember, teach me not to remember.

(from H.D.'s piece, "Helen in Egypt")

My hands wanted to touch your hands because we had hands.

(from Frank Bidart's poem, In the Western Light)

We held hands.

I was wondering what it would be like to have a home of your own where you could come and go, where people would be welcome, where you would never be frightened again.

-Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal

Holding Hands

i can’t look into your eyes, but they’re all i think about. i memorized your face as if it’s my mirror, or a prayer that needs to be said every night. i will forget my name before i forget you.

I yearn for you

You crave me, the same way

I crave you

With a shot of toxicity, in all vulnerability

Intoxicated, garnished with romance

Pink salted rims, wet with each sip

Marriage of flavours, spirits of literature

Entranced dance, in cosmic rain

Inherent passion, with undying breath

Laid bare, reflecting, each other

In our extravagant

Dark, golden hued, crimson glory

Then why i am believing ?

I see how you're leaving

Believing that perhaps you still are deceiving

Eventually again

You'll be gone

But I'll still be here to withdraw with

What used to be us

What we had

What we were

- theidealistdefier

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