THE ARTIST’S HANDS

by on May 28, 2023 :: 0 comments

for Cheryl De Caintus

For your hands, love borrows
everything unexpected from dreams,
when moonlight tunes the spiderwebs
and sleep leaves all the doors ajar.

Still your hands approach
paper or canvas curious as mirrors
hovering over aroused flesh.

And through all the trembling particulars
of the world, your hands inexplicably
disappear into the work like feet
sinking gradually under a sandbar’s
dark warm silk.

Still with the persistence of dust,
your hands slowly trace whatever
desire dares to demand.

And out of all the trembling particulars
of the world, only the work remains dazzling
where your eager hands seek incessantly
shapes that cherish most the body’s
fleeting pathway of kisses.

For your hands, love returns
everything unexpected from dreams,
when shadows tune the spiderwebs
and wishing leaves all the doors ajar.

editors note:

Happily handled, our wishes and dreams. Keep your doors ajar. – mh clay

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