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Click hereI can imagine the hands (sans cock, alas) as a bronze sculpture created as a memorial of some kind. Hands reaching up, beseeching? In prayer? To receive something precious? The hands have many voices. The cock probably takes this out of the realm of public art I’m imaging for the hands, but puts it securely in the realm of intimacy. As your title suggests, that is precisely where it belongs…in a shared private moment.