Hands For All
An empty hand, not so empty...
Once held dreams not dreamed...
A lasting handprint that's still felt...
Just a pen to glide and script...
Aged with lines that held a past...
My book of life that came at last...
Feel and read me with intimate eyes...
And I'll touch your lips with passionate cries...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012
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