My Hands Poem by Gil MAHANEY
My Hands
Excited trembling
Emptied of everything
Except you
Shaking and full
Of nothing but you
Still they overflow
With need
These are my hands
Wildly slipping
Traveling blindly
Sliding out of
My dreams and
Into you deeply
Into you these are
My hands
Traversing the curves
And lines of your
Heavenly design
Wanting only to
Belong to you
These are my hands
Discovering you
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