hands by Kalikala Smith I have nothing else to give to you but a hand worn by years of pretending to be happy. The callouses are for you too, the roughness, the faded yellow, against pale pink skin. And if you want you can even have the brittle nails chipped, uneven. I may seem generous, to offer all these things, but after all, it is just a hand, and yes my love, the hand belongs to me. 02/14/2005 Posted on 02/14/2005 Copyright © 2024 Kalikala Smith Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Fredrich Mohre on 04/06/05 at 04:23 PM a well thought poem Ms. K, I really likes the shortness and your ability to put so much in so few lines..take care fred M. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)