Monday, January 08, 2007

Where Hands Bloom

Hands come together
as You fill that space between
with the heat of intimacy.

My nervous system
is a map of Your body;
a body unknown
until it is felt
a modeling fire.
Your light demands
to be fed.

You are a
yarn of longing
winding around my hands.
You make
a soul for me
where hands bloom.