hands

his hands
slid
down
exposed eyes
and
weakened lips
slowly
melding to
soft layers
of lies
hidden behind
thighs
and the crease
in
your smile

your hands
folded
and
molded
to faint
illusions
of secret
lives
and past
disguises
all too well

his hands
caressed
unspoken
desires
formed in the corner
of your lips
and
mixed with
finger tip
memories
that claim
and reclaim
night time
mood swings
and
caffeine induced
dreams

your hands
lingered
in the past
before
coming undone
carefully
easing their way
to present
matters
and future
tenses

his hands
roamed
your hands
stood still