the-lady-razorsharp:

His hands

Strong and sure

Callouses and cuts

And yet coaxing bliss

From my quivering body

They’ve been bloody

Trying to hold on to life

As it pulses through his fingers

They’ve held on for dear life

To a silver thread of steel

They’ve painted a stormy sky

They’ve played an impromptu concert

But mostly

They’ve held on to me.

Lovely <3

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