she feels no touch
even with her voice, her presence
she needs intimacy
only a touch of skin to skin can bring.
Like butterfly hands
she holds her lover high,
high above haunting thoughts and untrusting hands.
Fragile to a strangers touch
yet strong and bold she stands for her lover
her saviour could fall apart any minute
yet during her lover’s breaking moment
she flys high,
high above hands you cannot trust
hands that tear you down
like vicious vultures
who dont feel love, just pleasure from pain.
Her lover has hands, that love —
her and only her.
Two lovers dance across stars
above a world so blind
feeling free to fall
knowing they’ve made it
into a love so high
only butterfly hands