beautiful are your hands and face:

your hands, because they make

me see your face in a way

you are (and you are)

handmade. imperfections

(eyes i've never seen before

composed in such) display

your reflections, betray all

things inside: like a

dimly-lit liquid soul,

shaped in a volumetric

shell, not unlike

your eyes, so beautiful

the hands that made you are

you aware of how far

they reach?