Hands Poem by Tan Pratonix
Hands
Hands, expressive hands;
The gold bands around your wrists
Make beautiful hands.
Touching
The soft underparts of your arms,
Hands.
Cupping
The cool mounds of your breast,
Hands.
Can love speak without hands?
Can love breathe without
Hands?
Hands clasping hands;
Smoothing the silk strands of your hair,
Hands.
Slipping
Down the warm wells of your skin,
Hands.
Breathe, beautiful hands,
Breathe a new joy into my love,
Envelopping her with
Hands.
hands are always hands cuz they are made by the hands of God, good work i will read the others soon
Without hands there would be no memories brings back my youth. gives me a challenge to write a poem on hands as I was an expert in my younger days. Ha! big 10 for you. will read your work Charles Garcia
Well the truth is we can love without hands but I love your depiction of what hands can do. Melvina
what beautiful poem. please make an e-book of ALL of your poems; more than a few would definitely appreciate it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2025 7:04:09 AM # 1.0.0
this is a nice poem Trisha