"tenuous"
I keep dreaming an image
of your hand clasped
in mine,
interlocked fingers
with each one
over
the other
slightly bent inward
holding tightly
each other's hands.
I can't seem
to get it out of my dreams,
it's an image I know I have seen
so many times before
in reality,
but know now
I won't again
outside of my dreams.
I can still see vividly
the textures of your skin,
the hue and creases
of your hand,
your painted fingernails,
the tiny scar you have
on your knuckle,
I can still even remember
how cold your hands
always seemed to be,
always wanting to warm them
with mine.
I would from time to time
turn your hand over
and look at the fine lines
stretching across
your palms
gently sliding the tip
of my finger
over your heart line
before touching
your entire palm with mine
and sliding my fingers in between yours
and holding your hand like
it would be forever.
-Armando Torres
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