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.