Have you ever felt familiar hands?
Have you ever been caressed by a memory
A thought that traces back to everything you’ve learned to know
Have you ever felt as though you are suspended from the ground
Held up by only the tips of fingers
Warm blood running through them
That is what I am living, to try and forever forget
Running through my head
These familiar hands.
These hands that follow my pulse
Gently fill in my most hollow coves
The guard of inlets
Creating more memories
Have you felt them?
Those palms flooded with passion
Pouring over the edges
Drowning my insecurities
Covering them until a more convenient time
And that more convenient time comes soaring
Sometimes I crave those familiar hands
And as the flood clears
The edges are there
Proving even the sea has its boundaries
“this is how far you shall go”
I wish to take these familiar hands with me on shore
But they were made to be free in the oceans
This lone wolf, Great White
Has pushed me to the curve of the waves and left me
Insecurities piling
I crave to be back in the ocean
It is not my home, but it is yours, and so there I feel peace
At least
For a second
Until you no longer wish to hold me
You no longer wish to connect the dots of spots on my back
You no longer wish to trace your fingerprints down my spine
This is the blueprint you leave behind
The map of your journey
And I know you are reading this with a specific memory in mind
Likely craving it,
I ask you this question, only to help you to realize, it is just a memory
Have you ever felt familiar hands?
Life on the sand is reality
But you want to swim in the temptation
Why would you want to risk your life in the oceans?