tagNon-Erotic Poetryblind hands

blind hands

bycatastrophe©

Those tiny hairs
and silver stretchmarks
are details you’ve never seen
outside of moonlight.

My self-conscious silhouette
is silent on the sheets,
shielding my imperfections.

Wiggling when your touches
close in on my tummy
hiding whatever possible;
hoping your hands can’t see
what my eyes can.

My face is pretty
but that can’t outweigh the rest
so I’m hoping you’ve got
seeing eyes and
blind hands.

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