With No Hands Poem by L.B. Temuco

With No Hands



You are sleeping
There is a stillness
in your breath
as you breathe in the sky
You are peaceful now
with soft colours
in your eyes
We lay
and just touched
each other for hours
and hours
and hours
with no hands
and I watched
the moon rise
from your mouth
What is that?
Tell me

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