Your Hands
What were you thinking In that dim light? I wake up in the night sometimes. To see your hands. Did you know? Pale, full fingers, always moving, Drawing pictures on my ceiling. I look up at them.
What were you thinking In that dim light? I wake up in the night sometimes. To see your hands. Did you know? Pale, full fingers, always moving, Drawing pictures on my ceiling. I look up at them.