Hands
Touching, seeking
Searching for a warmth I cannot feel
Grasping at air that holds nothing

Fingers
Bending, tired
Writing things that I cannot use
Pushing words out of my mind

Nails
Polished, chipped
Costing me money I do not have
My only vaniity , besides my hair

Hands, together
Holding, rubbing
A spark of contact with my love
Tying me to sanity and family

Fingers
Probing, stroking
Seeking places upon my body
Places I won't talk about on this board

Hands
Reaching, Touching, Seeking
Our conduit to our lives, point of realization
Our lifeline to the reality we have