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Click hereThe palm of your hand is callused
Your fingers long and artistic
Your hands tell stories
Even as you speak with them.
Like birds set free, they flutter
Literature in motion
Speaking for and with you
They grace me.
Their strength and power are obvious
In the careful way you shape your language
Sharing you gentleness with the world
With every wave and caress.
Yet you reach out me
Taking me into your embrace
Holding my soul
In your callused palms.
and so deep and sensul nd moving on so many levels at once. very romantic sho.
pj
When I saw the title and that it was erotic... well, I thought, "Oh great, some silly poem about callused palms from too much masturbation." Thanks for writing a Good poem! :)
Lovely Shoshana - we all have some kind of callus - but we need each other. Nicely done.
The discription of the hands is well done - just one typo "Spell check" didn't catch. I think you meant to say "Yet you reach out TO me".
Yet you reach out me
Taking me into your embrace
Holding my soul
In your callused palms.
Just a niggle because this is a nice piece of work from a relatively new (to me) poet.