When My Hands Find Their Way

When my hands find their way to you, they are instantly home. Words cease to matter since I can feel you now. Your words are beautiful though.  When you speak, they hang thick in the air and wash over me like the fog pouring over the bridge in the crisp dark of night.

They envelope me.

They seep into my pores and come to rest within my soul and every piece of light that shines within my darkest corners. And yet, even with the force with which you bring me to my stillness, the words are unnecessary, really.

Once my hands are on you, I know everything I need.

Your breath and warmth speak more into the soft of my palms, than your syllables upon my ears ever could.

I feel you. I hear you. I understand.

You are home.

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Yours truly,

Miss Erin Terese

One Comment Add yours

  1. Tawnya Angel says:

    Erin,

    This is so beautiful wishing you a magical transformative holiday season. You are so very Loved weet soul. Blessings Tawnya Love and the Angels 💗

    TawnyaAngel555.com

    TheTawnyaLoveShow.com

    tawnyasart.fineartstudioonline.com

    Sent from Windows Mail

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