I remember those hands... 

They were works of art. 

Palms built strong 
and casually calloused, 
yet soft in all the 
right places. 

And those fingers...
Piano fingers. 

Long, straight, and eloquently narrow. 

Perfect for strumming strings or meandering 
atop white keys. 

Those hands were masterpieces... 

Meant to be placed upon me. 

3 thoughts on “Masterpieces

  1. I like the message behind it!!
    There’s a lot that can be said about this poem. Love it.
    I hope the notifications that I’m giving you are not bothering, to be honest, I am very engrossed in your work.
    Keep sharing and keep smiling

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