I love your hands when they slide across my chest to wake me in the morning

I love your fingers when you run them through my hair and mess it up to your liking

I love your hands when you crack my knuckles one at a time

I love your fingers when they point at me in strong accusation

I love your hands when they fly in the air claiming innocence

I love your fingers when they touch mine in tentative apology

I love your hands when they slide across my chest to help me sleep at night

I love your fingers for all the good things they bring and even for all the bad things

But I love your hands the most when they are holding mine

rondevera | 23JAN2011