Tag Archives: Hands
Whence comes 5 o’clockIn Incense
Patchouli to February skin
Perfumed hands joined
Permeating laughter
Gifts not belated
God’s timing prevails
Gratitude alight, forever afire
Snowing Now
How would one say this most tenderly
Having taken a chance, a first step
Towards a clean slate
Brushed clean the old optimist’s talk of hoping to give one’s whole heart
For one’s whole life
An offer of a lifetime
Open hands held
Shaking for oh, so, long
Waiting crazy patient
Retracted now, reality calls
How should I say this most tenderly, liar
Enjoy the ride South
As you watch me
Enjoy the ride
Like
It’s what it looks like to me
Slow-motion
Stopping often
Sub-zero
Frozen hands
Spellbound mind
Wading only
Where often
Others won’t
The Fates
Why did you act like water and feel like hands
And I, born thirsty with never a progenitor to touch me
Why did I, the reluctant saint, concede nonetheless to True North’s tug
And you, the only lesser god ever worth worshipping
Be the Giant
Will you mind, God
If I slam the door
On the life before
Will your ears think me discourteous
Given the paths you let me trod?
I’ve such grasping hands
Wrapped ’round the doorknob
Brass-cold but so familiar
I must let it patina, I know
And find my way to other lands
flowered girl
Whose hands are these
I look and I cannot tell
Smooth still
Fifteen not fifty
Satiny, long
Smart, undiscovered, strong
One-of-a-kind
And
God-willing, I’ll find
How they’re mine
Sudden: Another Haiku
I laced my fingers
in between yours. It felt right.
And then I woke up.
I Guess Yes
Now comes the shake
My hands
You asked about
Whence comes the shimmy
Our pulse
We dreamed about
But comes the shutter
My eyes
I feared about
This Haiku: Refine Me
Will one persevere
When, at long last, too-warm hands
Reach too-hot a flame
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