#scrapb

give me your hands

i will trace a map of every freckle

every scar

and every inch of skin

that only wants to know you

and i sigh

in reply to your touch

the sound of hello

an introduction

like none before

your hands speaking the language of love

whispering, "enchantee.."

making up for your lips

too busy

too occupied

for the pretty words

your hands

I watered my plants today. And that's says a lot about my emotional health, sadly. I tend to neglect my plants when I neglect myself (I know I don't deserve plants). So, metaphorically, I watered myself today, and I can feel my soul blooming again.