You obeyed the brain
and reached or recoiled.
Involuntarily you scratched
an itch, gripped or rubbed
the pain. You signaled
left or right, up or down,
halt or proceed. Angry, you
flashed a middle finger.
Happy or pleased, you
soothed and caressed.
In writing, you gave
your worst or your
best. You loved to write
and draw, held the pen
and drew with pin-point
accuracy. So much in life
have you done for me.
You wiped the tears away,
stroked the soft and supple
skin. Clenched fingers and
fist, you afforded me a
handy and worthy defense.
Oh, graceful hands and
sensual fingers of mine,
from satin to silk, rugged
to rough, hot and cold, you
have extended to me the
glorious sense of feeling
and touch. And I applaud
you for that.
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Chris Hanch 2-13-2024
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