With Hands
The heart sank
Into a tangible pose
Uptight and harbouring
The scantly ripened rose.
She spoke whispers
With lightly fragrant breath
Listening with vacant poise
The mind melts to hear.
Detailing sought emotions
Her words become robust
Writing onto lucid skin
A novel written with hands.
Copyright © Tony Waeland | Year Posted 2009
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