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Hands In the Dark

As I warm those hands in the still of dark, the ones that knead my back on tired nights Squeezing me close to silence devilish thoughts Each finger, every caress an anchor of safety in our dwellings -- Embracing, reaching, assuring: While gazing at my own hands I find mine being similar to yours- Like extensions of time's ardor and rough play They become my endless harbingers ... But oh, yours are soft and delicate in all shades of light , Never grating through hard toil of day Warm as sunrise awakening. Here, I rub your coiled fist against mine Squeezing me close to silence devilish thoughts; Sure as tender rain, this heart knows-- You are my life- wire, my halfway bridge While your grip rests on mine until we sleep.

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Date: 9/19/2024 5:58:00 AM
Intimate wordplay. Hands can be healing, helpful, and sensual all at once. Always good stuff from you. Glad you came back
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Date: 9/15/2024 7:02:00 AM
Hi dear. So glad to be back on your page and found this gorgeous write about the power of touch, for a loved one's hand is true refuge. I love this a lot and enjoyed. My best wishes always dearest poet and friend Nette. Thanks for sharing. Blessings to you always and your writings. Hugs
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Date: 9/14/2024 11:15:00 AM
There's just something about the hands of a loved one... be it a parent, child, or lover. You've described that perfectly here with words of love and feeling. Wonderful contribution to this contest that I'm sure will place in the top! Xo
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Date: 9/13/2024 7:17:00 PM
the joyous comfort that comes in such beautiful tender moments
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Date: 9/12/2024 3:28:00 PM
This is a very beautiful poem, love your descriptions on your togetherness sleeping, and holding hands...sometimes the most innocent thing can seem most precious <3
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Date: 9/12/2024 2:00:00 PM
Reads like a good contender to me for the contest. Way to go. I can feel the emotion within the lines. Thanks for sharing it with us. Sara K
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Date: 9/12/2024 12:09:00 PM
Fantastic love poem. Great imagery. Enjoyed immensely. Good luck in contest.
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