- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Hands
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These hands have held anger and hate refusing to loose the pain and anguish until it ebbed.
They have calmed those who held them and allowed me insight to another's fear and troubles.
My heart can be seen in them as well my life and disappointments along with the questions I will never ask or answer.
They say the eyes hold the image of one's soul, but my hands hold so much more then my soul or eyes ever will.
Love has slipped from them as easily as my head has been turned and I make no excuses for them, it was me who lacked strength not my hands.
I have to often in the past raised them in temper or uncertainty with a quickness that gave no warning or explanation.
They have held life and death and at times decided between the two.
These hands have at one time or another replaced each of my senses.
When put in the hand of another they have proven trustworthy and when placed on a troubled shoulder they have given hope and strength.
They have held the tiniest of babies safe and secure and they have lent their strength to
the strongest of us when they were needed.
When placed on a quiet shoulder they have read deep rooted emotions, never asking or prying but simply understanding.
They have felt the pain in another and accepted it as their own and they have told what is in my heart with a simple touch.
These hands have been broken in frustration and anger and scarred by their need to defend what is right.
They have suffered at my stupidity yet they have never failed to keep safe those I love.
These hands have held a lover’s sigh and the breath of a parting kiss.
They have known the secrets only love is allowed and the feel of a smile turned away so as not to be seen.
No emotion is unknown to them and they question and learn from all they touch.
They have reached for stars and fought windmills and they have hung suspended in mock innocence deep within the proverbial cookie jar of life.
These hands have held a great many things but none so treasured as the hand of a lover.
Nothing has ever been forced from them, my only wish;
were it only they could hold me.
