Your hands as they are

Your hands, as they are. The Romans,
communists, the bottled flies
hovering over water ridden Africa; your
hands in many metaphors. Your hands
waving at me when love happens. Like
opening the bathroom
window, like
the
front door of your fingers licking
each tiny seed, your hands
turning blonder and blonder. Your
hands holding me like a
dog in the lap. Like the ocean.
Your hands forming a tiny
planet on my thighs. Your hands
holding my father, weeping.
The horse hair on my throat,
stroking your hands. The eggs
on the end of your bed, your
hands like a love note, one
for each bruise. Your hands, uninterrupted,
scarred like
my body.

Author's Note

just a little note from me- smile, love freely, smile more. it will all fit into place, i promise x

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Your hands
waving at me when love happens. Like
opening the bathroom
window, like
the
front door of your fingers licking
each tiny seed, your hands
turning blonder and blonder.

[Abhra]

This is one of the best poems I have read in a while. The poem moves like the second hand refreshing the palette of images. I like the repetition of your hands so much. There are some lines that I absolutely love.

'your hands in many metaphors' and 'your hands like a love note, one for each bruise. Your hands, uninterrupted scarred like my body'.

A great piece! Really enjoyed reading it.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

What an amazing piece of poetry,
Very talented :D

[Stammers]

I'm glad you're alive :)

I haven't wanted to write poetry lately, I'd forgotten why I liked it, thank you for reminding me in your amazing way

'wwwooww' best sums this up

[nostal]

Wowwww

[Vinod Kumar U K]

Nice poem...