What is it about fingerprints and hands that makes them so personal? Other than the fact that they are unique to us? What is it about hands? Is it what they can do or how they make someone feel? Or is it how they feel and look themselves? Anyway I photocopied my hands a few times just to be able to print it out and figure out exactly what it is about them that I love and whether I want them to feature prominently in my work.
Fingerprints |
| by Lheiyrah |
| I dream your hands on paper and blackest need on purest white while violent slashes of desire are softened smudged by the edge of your palm Fingerprints appear like bruises on the page as I watch your hand move over my name I wake to your name in my mouth and sweetest longing on the loneliest tongue while I move through the passage of these longest days bruised and grieving and crazed enough to sleep with your letters to pray for dreams of your hands to lick the backs of stamps and flaps of envelopes desperate for a taste of you |
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