By Hank Christian
Date: 2 June 2000
Lisa Marie
These trembling hands
are weathered
and worn
with old scars
from where i built us a sanctuary
against the world's storms.
And though calloused and rough
You have taught them how to
touch
with a softness
and
tenderness
that belie their size.
I remember last night...
How you kissed my fingertips
tracing the pattern with your sweet, tender naked lips
losing us both
in a whirlpool of sensation
swirling around
and down
and deeper
and further
into each other
than we had ever been before.
And you kissed my palm
while whispering my fortune
with every line.
Your hot breathe an insatiable distraction.
Let these hands cup your face now
and pull you closer
and say your sweet name
without speaking
without words
without
everything
For these hands know their own way of love
And will show you the secret
of yourself
if you will be still
and let them speak
of love
and of a girl
named
lisa.
6/02/00
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