Hands are my favorite part of the body

Hands were my  favorite part of your body

What a symbol of a once forgotten youth

Rough calluses like the surface of a map

Coming up like mountains

Fingers that could roll a feeling in a joint or warm my thigh as we drive

The energy of heat traveling through the surface of my skin

The way you begin

To unbutton my dress

Your hands seemed like the answer to all of my stress

We keep going at each other as if it is a game of chess,

Moving to get closer to each other while only feeling farther away

The king and queen of opposite colors

Only wanted to be with one another

Hands almost reaching mine in an attempt

To prove it was love

And he was never against

me

The dark king and the creme queen

What opposing forces

I wish I had more sense

To see that the hands of the king were just trying to get closer

So he could get a boner and then knock me over

I can’t stay sober

Wanted to hang, then hit me out of the game

Gone

Like just another pawn he was playing

And through the haze of love and glass kindness

I warn you of the hands of chess