His Hands


So delicate so gentle,
holding me perfectly,
breathtaking when they meet my skin,
powerful, like fire,
I need a second to take it all in.

They way they speak for themselves,
as they fall through the strands of my hair
a sense of tranquility overflows the once translucent air

Whispering so soft as they creep
down my back, my spine, every inch
as our hands interwine,
filling the spaces that used to be empty.

Tears fall gracefully down my cheeks.
I feel an evanescent glow come over me.
My once crippled decrepit soul
found a place to call home
and it's in the lifelines of your palms.

So place them in mine,
so delicate, so gentle
in the security of your arms.

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