i have ugly hands
chewed cuticles, bitten
down nails and blunted fingertips
still, she says that i do not
tells me that my hands are beautiful
the hands of an
artist/writer/painter
the hands of a lover
but until these broken and
scarred hands of mine
have explored every dip
and contour of her body
how can i be sure?
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Author:
Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
How can you be sure? The ugliness that dissuades others might be the beauty the one you’re with seeks.
My wife might actually like my calloused hands! I’ll have to ask her.
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