Free Verse · Love

Your Hands

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1I love your hands the most, I think:

2the knuckle scarred from some old fight with wood,

3the way they hold a cup as if it might escape,

4the way they go still when you're listening,

5the way they reach for mine in the car

6without your eyes ever leaving the road.

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