Hands -
        Large - brown - strong hands.
               Hands that broke down doors              
           in white, hot, infernos -
Reaching the screams inside. 
             Hands that craddled 
                      wailing babies -
            rocking them gently 
                          to your soulful lullaby. 
Those hands that squeezed - caressed -
                   embraced my body -
              Finding each corner - 
                       playing a melody
                 while we harmonized in the night.  
Your hands smoothed back doubt -
                 massaged pain that 
                          wouldn't release
                                   its hold 
                                             on  me. '
Hands attached to a body
                    even the Greeks would have envied. 
                             Most of all - 
                                  your hands, in mine -
                                            gave me peace -
                                                  serenity -
                       and love.