Red sweat

My palms are always sweaty 

And when I think about it long enough 

I can make them even sweatier (?)

I can't grab your hand 

And slide it between mine 

Without fear of denial 

All the things I would have touched 

If my hands weren't so damn nervous 

I once smiled

As I traced your too big lips

With my too long fingers 

That didn't really happen 

Because my palms are too sweaty 

The moisture created

from my over thinking 

Makes my favorite pen

bleed bright red ink 

All day I can see 

On my too sweaty palms

The words I wrote 

The things I touched 

With my too sweaty palms