I have always been a bit weird when it comes to hands. I love to watch them, study them, read them, touch them and possibly enjoy them with a nice glass of Chianti and some fava beans. (just joking).
Point is, I was very happy to notice that I am not the only one who goes gaga over them.
Read below, enjoy and do not forget to find the author. And to get a manicure.
Your hand the Caresser is pale like wax
Your hand the Caresser emanates snowlight
When it felt the pure magic of your hand’s delight
My soul, the inspired, rose straight to the max
Its palm was concocted by magic most high
Its palm was concocted from wind oil and wax flour
The moon gave its gleam, the stars golden powder
Stunning to my eyes, ai girlfriend’s hand ai
I gazed at your hand, why did I get a frown?
Why did my eye well up and admonish a tear?
My girl’s hand most pale, most peaceful, most clear
Bespelled me and left me with eyes cast down
Your endearing hand, that touches me just so
Your hand that extends over my sleeping misses
Your hand: your heart broken forth into five pieces
A hand again to stop me, and I fear it might let go