Small Hands my heart is too full too much to come out of something so small as my fingertips volumes of feeling on a shelf in my soul my hands are so insignificant..short and stumbling trying, tapping code to worlds hear me hear me realize i’m full to bursting now one more wind and i’ll fly and no sky can hold me --not the way you do and i’ll taste this summer on my tongue a lifetime longer than any kiss holding you and everything you mean closer than sleep on a winter morning i’m dizzy when i come to you the way you know exactly what i need the words you toss at me, almost casually that stun me to silence and and i could cry sometimes all these things i used to hear in my imagination telling myself "you read too much" watching you do the things you do the way your life is woven into your eyes and seeing you under the hallway light makes me smile and stay ..a little longer forever (just ask) Next Previous Homepage Email me