hands

hands

A Poem by Yheela

like 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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Each word is so intimately placed beside the next, and each path you explore ignites the fire of this journey to ecstasy. Beautifully done. xo

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Yheela

5 Years Ago

Thank you.

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Yheela
Yheela

Gotene, Sweden



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A Poem by Yheela