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Her
Hands
by Chris Ingham
Her hands
Lay still,
Curled in her lap,
Delicately,
The first time
Ever I
Noticed them
I have watched
Her hands,
Confident,
Expressive,
When she spoke
Excitedly.
I have seen
Her fingers,
Long, subtle,
As she stroked
Her hair
Self-consciously.
I have seen
Her hands
Gripped tight
As she struggled
To control
Her anger.
I have dreamed
Of her hands
Touching me,
Sensuously.
Today, I raised my eyes
From her hands
And saw her eyes
Smile,
For the first time.
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