POETRY

My Hands and Fingers are Poor Substitutes

a poem

my hands and fingers are poor substitutes for the intimacy i crave

my hand and fingers know my body’s many textures my rough lumps my soft bumps my silky folds

my hands and fingers know my body’s landscape my hills and valleys my prairies and plains

my hands and fingers know how to handle my body’s intricate details the best way to dot my i’s and cross my t’s

my hands and fingers know just where to touch the places that perk me up the zone that makes me moan the special spot brings about a shudder

as my hands and fingers nudge me to the edge my mind coaxes them along imagining that they’re not my hands and fingers but those of someone who knows my body better than i do

my hands and fingers work their magic but when the show is over and the curtains close it’s just me and my hands and fingers

poor substitutes for the hands and fingers and intimacy i crave

kasey sparks, © 2021

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