Your hands replicate your naked

Body

Your lines, your hills, your soft dunes

Your valleys

Waves on the sand, I follow them

Blind peregrine of love, I become

Your hands guide me through the labyrinth of my hopes

Steering within deep into myself

They move as the air moves

Cinders sparkling in the breeze
Like water, they adapt to the contour of my body
I could swim in them, drown in them

Your hands are a calm sea, limitless in their warmth
I could sail in them to the distance of my dreams
They anchor in my body as my body does in yours

Your hands embrace my present; my future, too, I'm afraid

Deep-rooted in me like a tree that grows high and free
My soul nests in your hands as my heart does
Terrestrial, heavenly, pure-impure, they guide me
To the pleasures that you promise me in my dreams

They are verbs that move around the tenses
As ballerinas do, swans gliding on the stage
They hold the key to my body
The feelings in my heart, the thoughts in my mind

Your hands caress my body from head to toes
And everything in between and everything within
Fearless, they stimulate my sleeping emotions
Generate new feelings, create new reactions

Tireless, they wander through the landscape of my skin
Fire and ice, light and shadows
Your hands travel from my skin to my mind
And then, to my heart, in that order

They explore the abysmal latitude of my solitude

Soften the pain of my lonesome nights

Comfort my sorrows, my despair
They touch me as an angel of Heavens would touch me

And when the time comes for my fists

To pound on the door to eternity
Your hands will come onto my face
Will close my eyes; will caress my peace.