When My Hands Tremble Poem by Mark Heathcote

When my hands tremble will you hold me
I've been hurt; I was young and cruel
But I need structure and I need you.
I live still kind of each day instinctual
But I'm growing older too, I'm mature now
So meet me under these covers
I might not be a trophy in the thrall
Anymore but I still need your love
I'm mature now, that's why I tremble
Just before you touch me, I hesitate
Like a bird on its very first solo flight
But I still need your arms buoyancy
My love can you keep us both afloat
Be an angel; let's not play this blame game
Love when I tremble, I tremble for you
I don't want to leave you behind
I'm not a school kid anymore going insane
I'm not the person I was, believe me
When I say I still need your love
No, I'm not going out of my mind
Now I'm no longer a femme fatale
Now I'm no longer a streetwalker called Nana
I've got my faculties there in working order
That's why I'm shaking, trembling
Looking distressed not because you're older
But because I'm not getting any younger
And you've been good to me
Love when I tremble, I tremble for you
For you to hold my hand in yours
And take back these broken pieces
Believe me; I still need your love
Believe me; I still need your love
Believe me; I still need your love
So hold me, love me till I leave
You know it's not just boys
Who love their toys?
You know I love you a lot
My love can you keep us both afloat
Be an angel let's not play this blame game
Love when I tremble, I tremble for you.
I don't want to leave you behind
So can you be extra kind to me?