Once I Was That
Hands.
That cup, and caress.....
That touch, and ....
Hold with such finesse.
As lovers kiss ...
And as passion, flows....
He may yet reminisce.
Though there's none who'd say.
That a killers..... hands .
Which now bring joy.
Are different now.....
That, he's a man ......and
No longer......
An Innocent
Young boy.
Giajl © Jim Love