Tan Pratonix - Hands

Hands, expressive hands;
The gold bands around your wrists
Make beautiful hands.

Touching
The soft underparts of your arms,
Hands.
Cupping
The cool mounds of your breast,
Hands.
Can love speak without hands?
Can love breathe without
Hands?

Hands clasping hands;
Smoothing the silk strands of your hair,
Hands.
Slipping
Down the warm wells of your skin,
Hands.

Breathe, beautiful hands,
Breathe a new joy into my love,
Envelopping her with
Hands.

Tan Pratonix

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