Hands

Trust, 

that one that is so difficult to win and so easy to lose it.

The same one that changes in a matter of seconds,  accelerating the heart when you fall into it since you are providing the most valuable thing from you to the person who receives it.

Trust, how many times they hurt you and even so you're still standing.

Why do you sometimes ally with fear?

The one that paralyses and distorts you and it can make you feel lost.

When everything is so simple, sometimes it is hard for us to understand how beautiful it is to trust someone.

That hard procedure for all those who someday lacked loyalty but still believe in love.

The most powerful thing that anyone can offer you, the one that involves putting your heart in one hand; those delicate hands that can hold it gently or break it into pieces.

Blessed hands,

that touch all over my body and makes my hair stand on end

those hand which you can play for hours travelling every millimetre.

 Those hands that you intend to grab and not let go of them because that is there where you have begun to feel sure that they are the ones that should be with yours.

Those hands which let you touch every inch of your skin, those hands that give you confidence, dry your tears and tell you enjoy the trip without fear.

Why do human beings find it difficult  trust someone?

It will be that those who live in self-esteem don't appreciate every second that the life offers us and each experience called life gives us.

They direct their lives with selfishness, frustration, insecurity and all they get is to make others small.

The only people who are saved from this humanitarian crisis are those people loyal to their values, honest with themselves and with others;

those that are so natural and it's even scary.

How is it possible that there are still people like that?

And so it happens, suddenly you realize that these people are the hope of humanity.

And you keep thinking of those hands that make you feel alive, that you appreciate and after all the life offers you in such an unexpected way what you deserve.

Those hands that have the same desire as you to be happy, not wanting to waste their time wandering and trying their luck among other bodies.

That precious and valuable time that doesn't wait for anyone, that doesn't stop and every thousandth of a second reminds you that you are alive, that you don't want to waste a minute of your life because you already lost enough.

And what I wish, that I really want look forward to seeing them again, to lose my senses, my mouth and  undress my soul among them. Feel how they touch me and move through my skin, those hands that contrast with my light tone and you see how beautiful it is to have those hands with so much colour, those that have survived apocalypses and are now tempest; as full of stories as of scars.

Those that touch you as if it were a Michelangelo sculpture, turning the marble into flesh; that they sculpt you to the soul and sprout such a knot in the stomach that reaches the throat.

That mouth that only knows more than waiting for you, because your absence sometimes weighs more than fears.

That glow in the eyes that from the beginning told you the connection they had with yours, that only one look was enough to know what was happening.

That look that disinhibits you, with which you do not perceive the time which you value so much, the one that you just want to stop and stay to live in them.

That Love doesn't know about suffering, that it is enjoyed, that it is lived.

That trust is won and you won the match by many goals. The one that leaves you blind, and reminds you that the blind listen better and have better smell, and it is at that moment that you smell that you are in the place and with the right person. The one that plants flowers in your eyes with each orgasm.

I will say that it is a lie that you know how to defrost hearts and I will do it while I cry to hide that my chest is somewhat wet. I don't want to belong to other hands; To another bed that doesn't smell like you. That smell that permeates my nostrils while I fall asleep in your chest. That chest that shelters a heart that beats very slowly and reminds me of how beautiful it is having met you on any given night of an unexpected day and slowly become to be the nicotine that I want to smoke every day.

 - Feelings -

10/5/19

London, (United Kingdom)

Veronica Msoto