~Thumbs~

~ Thumbs ~

Ever stare at the wrinkles

On your thumbs,

I do every time

I look at mine,

It's incredible

The match

The way you saturate me,

Your hands are so strong

I love them,

For knowing what flows

Through them,

Holding on means; never letting go,

You use them strategically

When it's time

They know what to do

There's no hesitation;

Once they know what they want to grab on too!

Lucky is the 'girl'

who feels the experience

But does `she' know

What to give back

When you're holding her like that?

I won't share what I know

Those actions are mine,

And the pictures

Will stay in my mind

When I think of you,

As I lay alone in bed

I smile for what I know,

Because the feelings inside

Are wonderful.

It keeps you

A part of me,

A way of living on with history,

Without disturbing that life again.

That loss is mine to get over

As life is lived,

It's the price I pay for this gift;

I won't stop writing, what I want

My hands like to be hard at work

Building a mystery of what time left there.

Hands understand the elements

Like the surprise, that hides

'Behind the eyes'

Before the gift of what's in them is given,

I see yours and feel them

In almost everything I do.

These aged hands

Tell the story of when I was there

Like that first window,

I don't ever want to re-visit that

I ever saw you through,

When we were both young;

In realizing now that what 'he' did was pre-meditated

Before the thought of wrinkles was ever our concern.

I lost before I ever had a chance

In knowing life in the way I always wanted too!

And so it goes, that's when these aged hands of mine,

Meant to show there grace

To change the look on your face

When the palms of my hands,

And the tips of my fingers

Never reached the skin

Of your perfect face....

Because of the distance

And 'who' stood between us;

Standing on the corner by the tree

Do you remember me?

At 16 I never thought that

That was my moment,

I believed in taking things slow

I believed in "time"

`Tick, Tock'

That 'never' came through

Because of how much more

That good and evil already knew,

`Hands' hold on, to things like that

No matter how many years forward you've moved.

Sharing what lives, of what

`Time' could never arrest is what I now do,

Since I learned that happiness

Is a point of view;

Told in our hands, through what we do

Like the very first time I ever saw you!

`Hands'

They weather the storms

Of our lies and truth's,

What our minds and our hearts

Can't always display,

The hands find a way to betray

When it's time for things

To be revealed;

Mine now take the wheel

As I travel the miles

That work lays out before me

And write away with words,

`Old' feelings

What my hands to this day

Have never found anyone to show.

So I love your hands

For what `I see' they've said

For where I know they've `never' been

Just imagine...

Tick, tock,

As you stop to look at them!

It's hard to believe

Life's that deep and because

Of that, I'll always treasure

What mine tell me,

As I put back on my thumb ring,

"I'M STRANGER. :-}

I love your hands!