It matters little..

sand-hands
Time’s grains
cascade out of my spread-
Eagled palms

I leave them be
Husbanding adhered
Happily cherishing

Grateful for allotted
Generously spared
I unroll you fully inside~

Awash in your glow
In ecstasy’s throe
I forget to close my fists~

It matters little
you see
am already home~

*image is from google images*

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