hands

Hands soaked in sun
and he touches me
the tips of his fingers
graze my back
light shamelessly shooting
through skin and scars
like exploding stars
I shiver

Sunlight streaming through snow
shattered star shards
spearing the scratches on my hands
the skin reaches over
meets in the middle
with longing and desperation
like a mother and child
insomniac and coffee cup
poetry and paper

The scratches close
heal
this does not feel real

I am scared of the dark
but I would consume the sun whole
to kiss his hands one more time

14:37pm – 14/06/23.