Rani Turton

Your Fine-Boned Hands Are The Focus Of My Dreams - Poem by Rani Turton

Your fine-boned hands are the focus of my dreams.
Thus it is; no melody sounds as sweet as your tap on the door.

Your hands have their skill. When I first saw them
And your fingers touched my palm

It was as though every Oriental balm
Poured into my spirit, that spirit ever a-light;

Healing it, freeing it, whispering that it would be alright now.

Your hands are the focus of my dreams
Not all as calm as I thought it could be.

In my dreams my longing took hold
Touch, skin, palm and magic balm.

Now touch my hand and show me if what I thought was true
That love is, was, and is surely what I thought I saw in you.

Comments about Your Fine-Boned Hands Are The Focus Of My Dreams by Rani Turton

  • (12/24/2009 6:41:00 AM)

    wow....thoughts of love...nicely expressed. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 6, 2010

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