hands

soft, kindest hands,
strong, sure, deft, soft,
grace my face,
on mouth they linger.
suns, in her eyes,
that glowing amber;
blind, she is blind,
she is a vision.

though unseeing,
i see her;
she sees in me,
reach, reaches in,
tears my soul,
burns me in twain,
eyes of sun,
scorches off those moors,
soar above crows’ cries,
take me with your hands,
kindest hands,
grace my face.
on mouth they linger.