Electricity runs down my spine.
I slowly crawl into your hands
I slowly, crawl in between the gaps of your fingers,
Tearing the unity of your fingers.
that carry me,
How could I not carve my name upon it?
Write my name on you.
Mark my existence on you.
On your fingers,
The tangled lines on your plams.
The pale skin,
The hands that indulges in mine,
I leave my impressions on it,
All of it,
These hands of yours,
That only belongs,