YOUR HANDS

I touched your hand the other night for the first time I caressed it with oatmeal-vanilla fragrance cream And soothed the cold weather’s dry breath I gently pulled every joint and squeezed between your palm and thumb; I felt your energy’s warmth melt through my hands onto yours, And I nourished you with our connection Your eyes met mine; sincerely transmitted And I, in a timid state looked down But continued to allow my hands to devour yours.