Gotta Hand It To Ya!
D Dónall Dempsey
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You take
my hand
place it
on your lap
& stroke it
as if it were a pet
grasp it
in horror
as the horror movie
makes you gasp
scarlet fingernails
biting into my flesh
clutching it
when you suddenly
realise who the killer is
now
(absentmindedly)
scratching it
(seems like you’ve forgotten who’s who)
sleepy now
your hand snoring on my hand
still as a fallen
leaf
I guess when
you asked for my hand
in marriage
you…meant it!
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