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Hands

Hands wound and mend, Perform and let loose, Embrace and drive away. Your hands draw me close, Warm the deepest threads of my soul, And quench my most thrilling desires. My hands nestle themselves Into the soft, handsome foliage That decorates my only sanctuary. Our hands weave in and out Of every curve and delicate space Within each of our eager bodies.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 1/27/2018 9:29:00 AM
Lovely poem, Kirsten, A nice warm WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this marvelous community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I TOO am ready to enjoy and follow you and your poetry if you'd like :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy Poetry Soup 2018 :) Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@
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Kirsten Dupree
Date: 1/27/2018 10:38:00 PM
Thank you so much! Feedback is much appreciated :) I am new to poetry!
Date: 1/26/2018 4:32:00 PM
Hands do so many things... Lovely poem...All the best Kirsten
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Kirsten Dupree
Date: 1/26/2018 5:20:00 PM
Thank you very much! This is the first poem i have ever written for "fun"... so i appreciate your comment :)