Your hands
your beautiful naked hands
coming to rest
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I never thought of hands being so beautiful until I read this poem. This is a great write Donall. Always, Linda
Donall this is just stunning! Your beautiful naked words convey so much of what lies behind and beyond a person's eyes. This beautifull song to her hands is just fatally beautiful and almost made me die with pleasure. Oh my soul...my prohpetic soul as someone in Shakespeare once said. Honestly this is just astoundly lovely and summons up all the rest of her beauty and honestly by this hymn to her hands. You are indeed worthy of her love and prove it by these beautifull beautifull words. I just love them and how they make me feel...so happy I could cry! A thing of beauty and a joy forever! I love the hands that are stained with all the makings and markings of chalk and paint and cut with sculpture. You really take this one detail and like a magician conjour her out of the heart. My heart is astonished...astonished! love Dee Dee
graceful, charming, longingly written, full of memories, different pictures of the wonder of beholding just one body part to love.................just one, among many!
are you are in love with her hands, those hands that create such wonderful pictures and images....I know this ; o) Ruthie