Why my hands are cold

Skinny hands
Branching tree veins blue as bruise
My skin tight against the surface like your smiles
The contrast when you held them at the time
Insignificant
As if they were fireflies stuck in a blue blanket too high to touch
And I wish I could have kept you in a jar
Looked at you for days
And made wishes, I knew wouldn’t come true on you
Held you under an afghan, to keep us warm from the rain outside
Kept you in my room
Forgot about you
Stumbled upon you again in my college years
and remembered why I loved you every time I saw you
Every time my hand pressed against yours
Every time I didn’t know would be our last
I wish my hands were course, wrinkled, worn
Veins bulbous from the skin
as if they would burst light from their blue cells
Touch them again
and let me remember what oily fingertips against fingertips felt like
and why I cry when I look at the stars

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I have a bad feeling my firefly’s time is running out.

Tags

love, firefly, stars

Comments

  • Ellanita
    Ellanitaalmost 3 years ago

    This is so touching..you write so beautifully my friend…Ellanita x

  • Ellanita
    Ellanitaalmost 3 years ago

    This is so touching..you write so beautifully my friend…Ellanita x

  • thank so much

    – bjeliMis

  • uncleblack
    uncleblackalmost 3 years ago

    those last two lines are wonderful, i would love to have written that.

  • thank you

    – bjeliMis

  • SimplyRed
    SimplyRedalmost 3 years ago

    :
    beautiful :)

  • thank you!

    – bjeliMis

  • linaji
    linajialmost 3 years ago


    genre: writing/photography ~ November 2011

  • thanks so much!

    – bjeliMis

  • Fiona Christensen
    Fiona Christensenalmost 2 years ago

    12 October 2012

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