Those Hands
Naive eyes never blinked as you revved that bike
those hands—manly, big, weathered and rough
my starkness and awe knew no restraint
just cup my face once— that would be enough
So slightly thick between phalanges
knuckles jutting out like mountains
imagining deep ravines in the palms
sprouted in me—a salvo of ravenous fountains
Big yes, later,I knew—mine were lost like a speck
somewhere in their warm raw expanse
oh, the fever they generated and then the salve
kindled numerous nights of romance
Raging ripples of hunger,volcanoes aching to erupt
at the slightest brush of those long fingers
more!my famished self blatantly desired
they teasingly obliged my insatiable whispers
Years down, my shoulders still crackle and shiver
as they warm me in frigid movie theaters
sexy like ever as you hold them out like a canvas
for me to test lipstick and makeup shades.
Written on 06/22/2016
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