A Valentine For Hands

names, silence—quietest minutes
(building like rain or returning like seas)
since they have touched me, your warm hands have sown
gentlest sounds, touches and hours
(or, building like rain, turning, like seas)

(building like rain, or returning like seas)
ripples and springs—the shiniest rivers—
since they have known me your warm hands have gathered
smallest, most stars—happiest skies—
simplest—touched—sounding—hours

Saturday, August 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love,valentine
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Ramesh T A 29 August 2015

Sensuous human touches are like Nature's touches of forces we enjoy ever indeed!

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