(Found on a rolled-up piece of paper inside one of Sam's gloves. They were a couple of hours late breaking into the museum that night.)
I know you hate your hands sometimes.
Ever since that girl called them paws
Back when you were still filling out.
It's true they're not small and dainty,
But only strangers notice that.
Me, I notice how quick they are -
How you can draw a gun and shoot
Faster'n most people can blink.
Saved my life that way yesterday.
And how capable they are, too -
Fingers flying over keyboards,
Picking locks and blocking punches.
They're strong and determined like you,
Pulling me out of rivers and
Up from cold floors when I can't stand.
Sometimes gentle, patching wounds,
Easing pain, offering comfort,
Even when I call you a girl.
Only time I think of their size
Is when they're on me, touching me,
Running, stroking over my skin -
Making me catch my breath and moan,
Coming alive beneath your touch.
You touch me everywhere, and I
Splinter apart, crying out loud.
You put me together again
With those same hands, holding me tight.
So don't be self-conscious 'bout them.
I like your hands, Sammy. They're home.
Even if you're huge like a freak.
Here
I know you hate your hands sometimes.
Ever since that girl called them paws
Back when you were still filling out.
It's true they're not small and dainty,
But only strangers notice that.
Me, I notice how quick they are -
How you can draw a gun and shoot
Faster'n most people can blink.
Saved my life that way yesterday.
And how capable they are, too -
Fingers flying over keyboards,
Picking locks and blocking punches.
They're strong and determined like you,
Pulling me out of rivers and
Up from cold floors when I can't stand.
Sometimes gentle, patching wounds,
Easing pain, offering comfort,
Even when I call you a girl.
Only time I think of their size
Is when they're on me, touching me,
Running, stroking over my skin -
Making me catch my breath and moan,
Coming alive beneath your touch.
You touch me everywhere, and I
Splinter apart, crying out loud.
You put me together again
With those same hands, holding me tight.
So don't be self-conscious 'bout them.
I like your hands, Sammy. They're home.
Even if you're huge like a freak.
Here