I want to ask you so many questions but most of them have no words.
--the first one involves your hands. I'd feel for them and I'd cup mine in yours, lace our fingers to.gether, pull and release... then I'd take your hands to my head, and let you feel how you rearranged my scalp, my skull.. the bumps that were once a seamless pattern now grotesquesky marked with deep fissures and lines.
I'd never say a word...but I'd watch those beautiful brown eyes horrified and filled with love weep with the ideas and thoughts of your hand's consequences on my body.