By Chen Zhao, Silentgrin
Date: 23 July 1998

Glory hands

From across the room
my eyes happen upon, no not yours,
but the piano player next to you
with the gorgeous green eyes and the magical
hands- white glory hands with the long fingers...
I find myself drawn to those hands,
small, sleek, the way I imagine cat hands to be
if only cats had hands
And those hands are playing a hypnotic 
jazz-hiphop-triphop-instrumental something,
all I know is that it's got this beat
that's making me pant, silently, building and building...
And suddenly you tilt your head towards me
to smile, flash me with your disturbing smile,
And it's like in the movies when one lover
turns to the other from across the room locking eyes
And it's like our drug-induced honeymoon all over again
when you in your heat of passion consummed me
And you've been eating me ever since so that I am left
with nothing but eyes for a pair of hands...