Tough as leather, yet
soft against mine.
Intriguingly delicate,
as ours intertwine.
Shadows carefully fill
the tiny crevices.
I know you will
let me trace the edges.
The dirt of the day
shows determination.
Swirls play in a way
on top of the outer stratum.
My frigidity is what
their warmness calms.
You can put words together, but
I just want the embracing of our palms.
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