Hands

Touching without holding, holding without touching

Hand in hand apart, we're drifting, riff-gifting

Memory of touching, blush of ever wanting

Rub of never kissing: in godhead springs the gold will cling

Is this our stream, flowing downdream toward some senseless scheme

Opening or closure, losing our composure

Giocoso-trilled violas: colt unbound, the bells resound

Truth saved from the mire, naked as the fire

Hands that will conspire etching love, like Juliet's glove

Songs always bless with music's caress, skinshine will express

Touchstone, whetstone, wishbone, windblown

Leaf-life land to strand

Bookish day-wish, a fetish, relishing

Gentle strokes of hands

Eyes will follow hands, hands will follow eyes, following desires

Translation: temptation

Touch of restless thoughts, thoughts of restless touch, missing it so much

Hands would link those thoughts that synch

Hand with pen or strumming again haptic reverie