Only by your Hands
I thank my hands for their labor,
but to your hands I sing praise.
For only your touch can:
— melt the tensions in my spine
— tickle laughter and joy into my skin
— comb sweet slumber through my scalp
— warm my heart on our walks
— and forgivingly point out my foibles
Though I can survive by my hands,
I can only live fully by the grace of yours.
— by Sabio Lantz, March 2016
Prompt: Mish, at d’Verse Poets, asks us to “to write a poem that pays homage to hands.”