Your hands, they inspire

By Rebel tiGer King

The curves of your fingers
they chill me at the touch
of moonlit concrete

Like a feather of another minute
your fingers caress the skin of silk
And its beautiful

Like a note of rusted
chords they sing to me
And your lips act in a symphony
with your eyes

Still your touch reminds me
of how only you melt me
And like a flame you burn my passion to an ash
and rise me like a phoenix through the stripes of my next move

Your hands...

They inspire.

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Copyright 2010 siGht in toucH
Published on Monday, August 16, 2010.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: nice write ..... wonderful mental illustrations ..... thanks!

  • TropicalSnowstorm On Monday, August 16, 2010, TropicalSnowstorm (1703)By person wrote:

    Beautiful piece, man! Sorry to have been mum for so long, we def need to write a piece together soon...although it looks like your writers block has lifted. : ) Ciao, T/S Scholar

  • Mylissa On Monday, August 16, 2010, Mylissa (845)By person wrote:

    You're writing is gorgeous...lovely and intense...yummy!


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