still my hands remember the outline of your body

they stay warm like they still slip

for the softness of your skin

they could draw you right now

with your delicate arms

with the sun painting itself with sensuality

with the fragrance that goddesses carry

before possessing mortals

they could recreate the roundness of your breasts

the soft and firm that they held

to the hot fingertips

they could still cling to your waist

at the same rhythm that a new life rocks

they could play around the edges

in the limits where your breath is make

deep

where you look up with your eyes closed

could hold your hands

to cross our destinations.