I only love those
slender boys with slight frames when
they remind me of
you.
Hands
I have become enamored with your hands.
The way slender fingers join knuckles,
Soft palms taper to fine wrists.
I cannot look away.
Cupping your face,
Clasped around knee,
Rest belies their strength.
Your hands could craft the world if they
wanted to.
wanted to.