Your wrists I have always known to be ThinSo much thinner than mineWith white skin Stretched tightPearlescent, I could see your Blue veins shimmer, Small tunnels, through yourSoft skin Mother, Your wrists were so paleBut your arms were so strong You held me so closeI would rub those wristsBetween my thumb andForefinger The motion, over your Warm, barely concealed by fleshLife force underneath I could feel […]