THOSE HANDS

THOSE HANDS

A Story by MARIA STRELLA SAMUEL

 

THOSE HANDS
 
I saw those hands,
Hands of a Peacemaker, a Yogi, a Man.
 
A fair stretch of skin tightened to its tip, crowned with gleaming pink nails.
Those appetizing “French fried “fingers captured my hungry eyes.
If dipped in honey, a delicacy to be ravished on.
So sacred , so pious. As a Shivaling bathed in milk every morning.
 
He innocently placed them on my work desk. Exposing them fully, for me to relish that radiant skin and to worship their mortal perfection.
 
My eyes moisten as those hands danced immodestly before my eyes.
I cried “Oh Creator of this immaculate beauty! …And you sculpted them to burn at death’s pyre someday?”
 

© 2008 MARIA STRELLA SAMUEL


Author's Note

MARIA STRELLA SAMUEL
SHIVA LING is worshipped by Hindus in India. Idol of Lord Shiva
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