les mains

"there was a railing along the bottom five steps: i grabbed it with my free hand and held on. skilled watchmaker's fingers closed over mine and gently unwound them."

the hiding place.

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it's no secret that i love hands.

i've told many people, and i'm sure i'll tell many more.
it's sometimes the thing that i fall in love with when it comes to men.
not lying.

perhaps it's because i've been playing the piano since i was seven. knowing what hands are capable of has made me appreciate them.

or maybe it's because i would be nothing without my hands. i wouldn't type 90 + wpm i like to type. i'm a bit of a nerd. i wouldn't play the piano. i wouldn't draw. i wouldn't cook. i would miss my hands.

or maybe it's because they're comforting. to me, they're like eyes. they can tell a lot about a soul. with every scar, with every freckle, every callous, you can see their story.

love lost. music memorized. battles conquered.

come, and hold my hand.