these hands hold the pen above the page
these hands toss crows into the air
and finger the harlequin’s guitar
these hands knead this morning’s bread
these hands push the knife through to bone
and run down the length of your spine
these hands block the blinding sun
these hands deflect the abuser’s blows
and hold your hands to my heart
these hands pull flowers from the ground
these hands slide along your bare skin
and cover my shattered face as I weep
these hands reach out to catch the rain
and pull you closer through the night
(November 30, 2013)
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