Poetry · Writing razzles & finger guns September 26, 2019 SamT.Gutierrez i crave your hand in mine; the touch of your fingers a long my throat icy breath raises the hairs on my arm like soldiers going into battle your mouth moves my ears stopped working last thing i remember; finger guns & 13 going on 30 Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by SamT.Gutierrez View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...