By Billy Aubin
If I could use your hands
Can I use your hands?
Not as instruments to hold my phallus
To place me amongst the male hierarchy
Not as weapons I can ball
And harden their delicacy
If I could use your hands
Can I use your hands?
Not to abuse the middle digits
Or to whisk away the ones who anger me
Or merely as counterparts
To my ugly feet
If I could use your hands
Can I use your hands?
To cup my throbbing brain
To keep the fear inside
Can I use your hands
To keep it localized
And to calm the worry
That they will no longer
Hold onto mine…
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