Your Hand

Your Hand

A Poem by Gillzy
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I even love his hands, it must be real.

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Your hand,

I trace

Fingertip to fingertop.

I feel your print,

I feel your soul.

Observe each crease,

each cut,

each nail.

The beauty is the detail

Which can only be observed

By me.

 

Your hand,

Traces me,

Fingertip to face.

I feel your warmth,

I feel your love.

Carressing every inch,

every feature,

every edge.

The tenderness is a feeling

Which can only be given

By you.

 

Your hand,

On my side,

Giving reassurance.

I feel your presence,

I feel your guidance.

Enjoying every moment,

Every whisper,

Every kiss.

Being with you is a safety

Which can only be felt

By me.


© 2008 Gillzy



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This is an awesome write. Totally enjoyed reading this poem.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was beautiful! I description was excellent.
I love hands. And wrists. And arms too.

- Elissa :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love the description here. I have always thought of the fingers as one of the more intamite part of the body.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is just perfectly beautiful.I love it.....what is it about hands that we see in the man we love, the grace and beauty and all it holds, so much more than skin..........Thank you for sharing with mex

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow, this was fantastic! The last stanza didn't seem as strong as the first two though- I'm not to sure why, it's probably just me. YAY! GREAT JOB!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

love your poem... :)

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Gillzy
Gillzy

Scotland, United Kingdom



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