Hands

In response to Maydaypilot's "Hands" challenge
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Hands in
my hands
soft yet firm
moving
squeezing
stroking
insistent
demanding.
Speaking a
half-remembered
language
to which
I instantly
respond.

Yet I draw back
at a line which
I can not cross.
Lips mouthing
tender regrets
while our hands
keep talking.

I remember clearly
the ring
in your navel,
but the one
in my pocket
held us apart.