poem: a collection of romantic poems about hands

// Ships (1998)

My blue hand reaches
For your pink one
Our eyes interlock and I
Gaze at the mystery of you;
I almost grasp the key to knowing you.
I almost understand the suffering I’ve been through
As a justification for this moment;
and then you slip away,
Into the distance of this
Still, dark night,
Our contact limited to a chance missed
For loving you.

// Masterpiece (1998)

Paint your smile on me
You’re my da Vinci, my Van Gogh
Take me, shape me, into a masterpiece
I am a neo-classic love child
The bastard of an oil and canvas copulation
Deepen my hues
Shadow my crevasses
Paint me wild and free

// Dreamkind (2000)

You held me
Wrapped your strong arms around me
And smiled at me,
Your gentle sweet contagious smile
Circled in your embrace,
I marvelled at how warm I felt
How safe, how small, how loved
How proud I was to have you at my side…
How nice it was to lace your fingers into mine.

// Your Hands (2001)

I’m in love with your hands –
The way you communicate
Your eyes have never held such secrets
as the ones that reside in your grasp…
You touch me, and mysteries are revealed
My resolve crumbles to dust at my feet
You have woven your spell around me
Trapped me with your honey-dripped fingers
Placed bracelets of restraint around my willing wrists.

// Hybernate (2003)

Warmth is…
Curling up next to you
A blanket of companionship
On a wintery mountain night
Your strong arms around me
Your crooked half smile
The deftness of your hands
The silkiness of your hair
As it whispers through my fingers
Like seagrass on the ocean floor.