Pieces of me / The Hand, and A poem

Photographic series continues with:

MY HANDS

my hands write love lines
upon your skin
stirring hearts’ deepest emotions.
my hands hold secrets
in trembling cups
from wind-bitten lips
softly into your ears,
my hands know the whispers
of the earth in spring
in the growth of silence
inside blades of grass,
my hands pushed open
the gates of the rainbow
scattering flowers across your path,
every finger dipped in a color,
a petal of silk.
my hands know the speed of thought
in the speed of light
from a ray to a swing;
the green hearts of elves,
my hands are shells when they
open to the sea, wandering
with your hands, in the sun
resurrection of time,
a grain of sand pausing
in the air, reading tomorrow
upon your shoes,
my hands know secret codes,
ancient geometries of skin
truth written in stars
and encircle the moon.
my hands set you on fire
and you burn me back
under the torrent of kisses
our life a sparkle of stars,
my hands enclose the ice
of the rivers in the heart of bones
a dance, a flight across the blue,
angel and bird and lover.
my hands receive carefully
what they are given
and give myself back
to the world.
my hands are extensions of
the soul.

(by me)

craving to touch you, to hold you, to make you happy, to tell you I love you, don’ you see ?

~ de Diana pe octombrie 6, 2007.