HANDS
Hands
On which fingers dressed
With wedding bands
Undress
Caress
For better
For worse
For more or less
Trace the curves
On which you've slept
The breast
In which the secrets kept
Beats heavy
Hot
Beneath
The hair
That caught your breath
The lips
That kissed
Their way
To bliss
That opened yours
The tongue that slipped
It's way
Between
Intentions missed
A sea of caution set adrift
And hands
That land upon
Unexplored sands
The course it threads
Through Silken strands
Fingers untie
The best made plans
The fever dreams
The crazy schemes
That set us free
Gand aft aglee
Exercise in futility
The hands
In which we cradle
Soft demands
The tiny grasp
That grips your finger
The scent of milk
The sighs
Those searching eyes
that linger
The sucking beat
Against your chest
Those little feet
Very first steps
Holding
The hands
The heart
this babe in arms
commands
It beats anew
But tears off days
Weaned off dreaming
Spoon fed time
Till bread is held
And life is grasped
By hungry hands
That search
And grab
And poke and scratch
And touch
And hold
From shawl
To shelter
Hands that build
That sow
That harvest
Hunt and kill
That snap
That grind
That stroke and cup
That thread and heal
That tie and wrap
That tweak and tickle
punch and slap
That run through hair
That massage backs
That hold and squeeze
That pluck and strum
That flick and beat
on skin and drum
That speak in gestures
depress keys
That Write with pens
And set us free
Hands that play scissors
Paper and stone
That pat-a-cake rhymes
Until we've grown
Paint with brushes
Cut with knives
pumped stopped hearts
Back into life
Unfurl ropes and
Cast out lines
throw back the catch
That does not rhyme
Hands that rummage
Hands that find
Hand over heirlooms
Through our lives
Fasten that Jewellery
pin on hats
Hand over titles
Aristocrats
Horses measured
From floor to back
Four inch per hand
Hands that tic tac
Bookies share odds
While at the races
Hands Pat horses
Tie up laces
hands that conjure
and conceal
hands that model
what is real
hands that jazz
and hands that flap
hand over tickets
hands that clap
hands that feed
and hands that cook
that roll the dice
and pick cards up
hands that finalise a deal
funny handshakes
Hands that steal
hands that save
and unkind hands
hands with cards
that hand out bans
with heavy heart
and bloodied hands
hands that swear oaths on the stand
hands that plead
and hands that pray
hands that give it all away
fingers that stretch and search for holds
we all hang on
some till were old
we all must learn
when to let go
on palms they say
is our lives map
Under hands that swipe
The apps we tap
We scroll down days
And finger type
When dawn first breaks
The dead of night
The finger pointing
Sleight of hand
I'd understand
If they were banned
When we lie or sit
Or walk or stand
I'd much rather
be holding
Hands
