my hands in your hands

by

Crystal Dawn Allen

An ancient magick has made its home
in your hands, these hands,
are they your own?
Poetry surges from your touch
How mad, to love a man so much!

Are these your eyes? And these, your ears?
What have we here-
your dreams and fears?
Unto me you've laid a distant land
beyond reason or passion...
Are these your hands?

Lay your body beneath me
and I'll rest mine above
These hands,
are they hands
that could possibly love?

Lose yourself in my dowry: I give it to you
in trust.
Take my hands in your hands,
and then
Leave if you must

Leave, if the sunrise
will turn you to dust.

It's not love, it's not lust;
Leave, if you must.

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Why don't you look at Body Mind
by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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