Your Hands Poem by James McLain
Your Hands
My head...
is in your hands..
and...
Moving it...
back and forth...
and...
each lap..sighs..
Deeply..and..
heavy...
and it is why...
i never ask...
and...
you never tell..
it is why more come...
too see you...
and more than you..
can hold...
and..
still i am...
full and well...
handy in them...
untill it is..
kissed and swells...
and then it talks..
too both...
and falls asleep...
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