His hands are stiff, rigid,
But, still, I would love to hold them.
This touch is rough, almost hard,
But, still, I would love to feel them.
His thoughts overanalyze,
But, still, I would love to hear them,
I would love to hear him.
I would love him,
I really would.
t.a.r.
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Tugging at Heartstrings (Volume 2)
PoetryLoving poems by a queer poet from 2020-present
