My Hands Look Good On You
but when I take you in my rugged mitts you cannot help but agree that goddamn it my hands look good on you.
By Max Mundan
You are fluid
water flowing with the most profound
sinuosity
I am jagged
mountainous terrain known for it’s
vulgarity
You are satin
lustrously embracing all you touch in
luxury
I am sandpaper
harshly massaging the senses with
crudity
You are cream
serenely tickling the tonsils with
velour
I am whiskey
bitterly stinging the throat with
gravel
You’d be excused for thinking
that you and I
might not
compliment each other
but when I take you
in my rugged mitts
you cannot help but agree that
goddamn it
my hands look good on you.