Hands Poem by Rosa des Fleurs
Hands
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,
beautiful hands.
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.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
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