lostpoet

...Hands...

Soft like petals soaked in water
After the storm!
Those delicate fingers slide across
My skin, healing my wounds of love -
Love I feel I can not longer bear
My tears of salt burn these eyes
Blinding me -
But I can still feel your healing
Those silken gifts of ecstasy
Flow like water over my body
You read me, like a book
Turning my pages
You touch my protagonist
With your antagonist
And together we reach the climax
As I lay inside your majesty
Your hands hold me close to you
And I believe in hope again