Not your pair


These hands are not yours…
the way they caress
how they hold me
how they brush my tears away

This malaise grasp
grazes my core
shunning my depths
blinding my light

I miss your presence
the sturdy hands
against my crumbling soul
holding and reassembling my pieces

These hands are not yours…
who bears me is my own
how softly did I know
Who kisses me? it’s your soul

Hand of fatemalaise grasp

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About theartofmusicalpoetry

I'm Jose Clavell, graduate student at Western Illinois University. Pontifical Catholic University of Puerto Rico alumni. Choral Conductor, writer, blogger.

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