hands

larawan from here

as
i trace
your almost sweaty fingers
the moon
on your fingernails

i realized
it is not mine
anymore

you're an estranged lover
now
a
distant memory
fading into the
deepest part
of
consciousness

you,
whose fingertips
taste like freshly-picked strawberries
whose palms
warmed
my
own
whose touch

soothes
fondles
frolicks
flickers
your digits like digits of sunlight

tonight, my love
as
i trace
your fingers in my sleep
i realized

that these lines
on your hands
-the evidence of my
track

is loneliness
shifting
into a

daydream.