My lover's hands

My lover's hands offer joy and forgiveness
securing their prize in the feathered soft heart
My lover's hands are the blessings of patience
holding the bloom til the petals soft part
My lover’s hands stroke the sunrise to majesty
breaking the dawn so the colour can flow
My lover’s hands press the ancient denial
convincing the galaxy eons ago
My lover’s hands speak the language of oceans
whispering concepts that words can’t express
My lover’s hands move the mountains and river beds
shaping the land for the water to rest
My lover’s hands take the seed and the sustenance
tending the blossom and coaxing the bud
My lover’s hands squeeze the clouds for their moisture
call wild lightning flashes and thunderclap thud

My lover’s hands rest on tree trunks and mountainsides
framing the images Morpheus sees
My lover’s hands gently cradle migration
releasing the wing beats where hearts long to be
My lover’s hands know the symphonies subtleties
rise to the passion and softly reign in
My lover’s hands write the passage of artistry
tracing creation to where it begins
My lover’s hands never learned styles of tyranny
studying best at the feast of loves breast
My lover’s hands know the emptiness grief can bring
offering now only light, love and rest
My lover’s hands know the velvet of undertones
warm in the midnight his fingers form stars
My lover’s hands are the keepers of healing
deep auras that radiate, balm for the scars

My lover's hands spread the rainfall at harvest time
beltane is nightly, the fires stay lit
My lover's hands feed the unknowing needs
curve to curve comfort, the silk softened fit
My lover’s hands, so much larger than mine
sculpt me deeply in candlelight’s chisel of care
My lover’s hands meet me all ways I call them
they dance with precision - everywhere
My lover’s hands seeking pleasure and mastery
open with honesty, fruitful and full
My lover’s hands halt the moments of history
cease the spinning of worlds, holding gravity’s pull
My lover’s hands are the mantra of messengers
humming vibration and harmony’s keep
My lover’s hands are the last that will touch me
the grail of my heart and the dreams of my sleep