your hands
...........were always cold
held under melted ice
...............waiting for my arrival
clean pure whitewashed hands
..................i saw no dirt no stain
she imagined rough hands
.............grabbing groping choking
.....whitewashed dreams
..................i saw no dirt no stain
your hands
......were slow moving second hand tick tocks
rhythmically consuming
.........drum beat street beat our now faded beat
overturned palms
.................peach white skin a glow
sweat met
..........separated
.....................scars uncovered
secret passages explored
.................i saw no dirt no stain
your hands
..........held my breath
your hands
............inside outside collide
................i saw no dirt no stain
felt no pain
.............your hands
eased around
.............long standing insecurities
and touched
............probed
..................opened
gutted
.......the inner heart
your hands
..........made from rich soil
departed
............whitewashed dreams
...............i saw no dirt no stain
your hands
........were always cold
...warm
.......warmed
....warmth
generated
..........baited
the cold hands
...............of my own





(originally posted on 10/17/06)