Your Hands - Poem by Alison Cassidy
Your hands are always warm,
smooth and good to hold.
Still amazing beautiful too,
despite the scars and spots of age.
Your hands are broad and strong,
with Mount of Venus high
and nails (always manicured)
shaped like fine almonds.
Your hands move confidently,
deftly, like a woman's,
performing mundane tasks
with easy grace and style.
Your hands, some thirteen years ago
in Lygon Street, held mine.
And at that moment, I knew
we belonged together.
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