This Hand That Touches You Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

This Hand That Touches You



This hand that touches you
walking through your body
moving and meandering
in meaningful slow intensity
without the absence
of an undulating curve
now wants to slow down
feeling the pulse inside
as if this sentence of love
needs a period like a full stop
or more like a comma
before the continuation
of a ritualistic conjunction
it feels like a sentinel
in a commanding post
a guardian beyond a balm
of kinetic pleasure
each finger tingling the brain
each different from the other
each attached to one another
same hand in oneness
same hand always
touching you as you move
this is the hand of God
deep inside of you
this hand touches you
everywhere, everywhere.

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