And Your Hands Poem by James McLain

and you must give in
and relent
and give me peace
as you
your self can't hold it out, inside as well..
and your hands
and are they not your friends as mine as well.

and use them to have me sigh
my last i sigh on you
and as you watch
and in your ears, my sight
grows bright, my eyes grow wide
mind dims
and I know even more of that
and which is you as speaking well.
So stop that now and hush
and go where to sleep.