Homage To Her Hands

Hands that have held his face,
As she promises,
Everything.
Will.
Be.
Ok.

Hands that have swept over his body,
Caressing,
Torturing,
Memorizing
Every scar,
Each flawless flaw.

Hands that have brushed his mouth,
With the slightest of touch,
Telling him:
Shhh…
Listen to our heartbeat.
It holds all the answers.

Hands that have expressed
Locked fingers
And matching palms
As
Thundering chests
And unified souls.

Haves that have touched him
In places hidden from the world.
Soothing a punctured heart,
An absent father,
A lost childhood,
His stolen innocence.

Hands that have picked up,
His shattered pieces:
Fragile:
Handle with care.
Gentle hands speaking silent volumes:
I can save you: let me in.