Your hand

[thomas]
Say it 100 times again, again, again
I don’t think you're hearing
100 days without your hands
Again, again, again
I'm tied to a chair in your bedroom
I'm too tired to accuse you
I like the poems you do
I read them through and through

[couture23]
Look up the stars are
The moment, heavy separation
The ways the lines cross
The act, the longing for it
The way the stars are
The way the stars are

[thomas]
I'm tied to a chair in your bedroom
I'm too tired to accuse you
I like the poems you do
I read them through and