I like hands alot.
I like the little webs between my fingers and how I can wiggle them about.
I like how I can hold hands,
Oh how I love that act so.
I like running my fingers up and down the smoothness of your back hand.
Or having mine intertwined with yours.
I always look at my hands.
I pretend it is in yours or yours in mine.
I wish I had either of the above,
But still my hands lay empty.