Requiem

I only love those

slender boys with slight frames when 

they remind me of

you.

Hands

I have become enamored with your hands.

The way slender fingers join knuckles,

Soft palms taper to fine wrists.

I cannot look away.

Cupping your face,

Clasped around knee,

Rest belies their strength.

Your hands could craft the world if they wanted to.