Hands

I remember so many hands
That once graced my humble skin,
From confident pat on the back
To the touch that came of sin;
From reassurance of a failed fate
To the only kiss that ever burned;
So many are anonymous and late--
Too few of them were honestly earned.

Go on to Magdalene

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