To An Unnamed Beloved (05/04/08)

A poem inspired by hands.

rub gently, warm

hands, along my

cheeks; my mane

is kitten fur against

your affectionate touch.

 

hold tightly, firm

hands, against my

grief; my sobs are

calmed inside the

walls of your caring arms.

 

stroke lightly, soft

hands, across my

hair; calm my gasps.

draw me into the quiet

lub-dub, lub-dub of your heart.