Two Hands

Two hands
to wrap around me
arms that reach all the way around
interlocking fingers that grip mine
in appearance, just like everyone else

but when they come to life
everyone else disappears
your hand slips over mine
and covers it like a glove
my hand fitting neatly inside
like it was engineered to do so
your arms around me when I sleep
seem superhuman
somehow they can reach
from the tip of my toe
to the top of my head
and everywhere in between
lingering in between
lingering
living in that state
between awake and asleep
where we’re alone
everything looks pristine
as long as you don’t let go

Let go
so you hands can roam
massaging me to sleep
or exciting me awake
investigating, teasing
luring me into you
then pulling away
I can feel the ridges of your fingerprints
long after your hands are gone
like an invisible tattoo
they mark me, scar me
as yours
I want my hands to do the same
to mark you, scar you
label you as mine
but my ridges are softer
less remarkable
and are forgotten even before
the morning comes