Your hands and your eyes speak louder
To my heart than life
Move my mind more swiftly than the wind
Flare my soul with more heat than the sun
Melt my body more tenderly than water
~ ~ ~
The touch of your big hand
So loving on my welcoming skin
Ever awkward from your boyhood
Endearing in its uncertainty
Even after thirty-six years
Its rough skinned warmth
Speaking worlds of love to me
In its eternal gentleness -
So reasurring through life's storms ...
Even the one when you were flung
Behind the glass - apart from me;
For even in that nightmare time,
The matching of your hand to mine
Still comforted my spirit
As ever it will do
As ever it will do
~ ~ ~
R.J.G.

sounds like love to me--window watcher
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RJG, this man is so very lucky to have poetry such as you write written about him...have you written about him being "behind the glass"? i'd be interested in reading that... justme
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RJG, you write with such passion. i feel it with every line. love such as this can weather any storm, i believe...ms