Cupped Hands Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rain falling into cupped hands, already filled with tears
of abuse and anger, not being shed out of love, only anger
and hatred at what's been done to them.

Dreaming of someone who knows how to truly love a woman
without the horror of abuse, a man, gentle, kind, compas-
sionate, with an unconditional love to share with a woman.

Giving her the love and caring she deserves for loving him
in return, a beautiful resonant, tantalizing man filling
her mind with desire, passion and a feeling of love always.