dramionehuddy

my grandmother once told me that if i gathered all the stars in the midnight sky, i could sew them into a giant blanket of galaxies for lovers to make wishes on. this is what you do with your hands: learn the same language my grandmother did all those years prior to this moment of steam and shake. come daybreak, we collapse into each other with the sort of stumbling that my grandmother warned me of. foolish hands know no boundaries, she would say. thank God that i am boundless, finding you with probing fingers, your shoulders a make-shift ladder i climbed to catch just an inkling of heaven on the tip of my tongue. if every i love you