Rosa des Fleurs
Hands - Poem by Rosa des Fleurs
I remember the hands
of the drawing by DaVinci of the woman lovingly holding the baby Jesus,
of the David holding the sling to slay Goliath,
Protector and creator.
Heroic and divine.
Your hands caress me as I fall asleep and when I waken.
They are beautiful. You are beautiful.
Strong, masculine, tender as if drawn by God.
Comments about Hands by Rosa des Fleurs
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You