Embrace 28 Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

Chronic hands embrace-
Of what almost appearing-
The entrance of the waiting breaking,
How by entrance making.
Have you ever waited?

Hands waiting desperate for another,
Pair, or only a finger-tip-
Waiting....
The finger-tips, longing, embracing,
For another pair.

The throbbing none,
The unknown gone,
Crying, waiting waiting.
And in this that there place where his hands, he-
Waits for chronic hands embracing.