Your Hands

Oh such lovely hands always with roses although much purer blazen among our sheets they rise like the stars float as wings of butterflies... Tonight my beloved you arrive with the moon teasing of the spring hands of other worldly splendor soothing as the cool night dazzling as I dream... Your lips touch my forehead serene eyes glowing like the afternoon sky soft winds from your clouds that litter when you kiss the purple ember of my mouth I am blessed with the gift of stone water as you make the sign of the cross my love... Lay your hands upon my face bring with you white fire and doves chase away my nightmares I awake each morning open to such light and love as you.... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~