I want your hands

Give me your hands
I’ll lift them up
I promise
They won’t break
from then on
you won’t shake

Give me your hands
I’ll open them
I’ll show the world
all that I entrusted
to you and that
You are my favored

Show me
your beautiful
hands
let me
run my fingers
through the palms
of them and feel
and know
I’ve been here
and am given total
control

Can you feel that
Their aching
for mine
Their aching
for my touch
their running over
with thick oil

Give me your hands
show me you surrender
To my perfect plan
into
my overtaking smile

Let me
take you to the worlds
Your shoulders long to
line horizons with
Your leg wants to
feel oceans with
Your eyes want to
close
under the sun and
your skin wants to
feel the rain in

Let me lead you to this
dance
In my secret chambers
where everyone can see
This is love for you
and for me

You will get rest.

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One thought on “I want your hands

  1. I have recently been appreciating poems that use anaphora like your “give me your hands” to create a really powerful statement. Your line, “their running over with thick oil” stuck out to me. I love that image, like a holy icon or a miracle or something and yet so simple and so easy to see.

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