When I cannot look at your face,
I look at your hands.
I know what you use them for,
How you use them.
Strong, curved bone
Shapes such loving hands.
I know how they feel—
Your fingers pushing a gentle weight
Against my cool cheeks,
Caressing the smooth skin
That lies on my waist.
Such loving hands,
But I still struggle to gaze in your eyes—
For I fear that if I look deep enough,
I’ll see someone else behind.
But how I long for
Such loving hands.
Please let them touch me in embrace
Feel my skin underneath the lace
And I am sorry if I close my eyes
And picture another face.
