I hold my face in my two hands.
No, I am not crying.
I hold my face in my two hands
to keep my loneliness warm —
two hands protecting,
two hands nourishing,
two hands preventing
my soul from leaving me
in anger.
I hold my face in my two hands.
No, I am not crying.
I hold my face in my two hands
to keep my loneliness warm —
two hands protecting,
two hands nourishing,
two hands preventing
my soul from leaving me
in anger.