Two hands.

two hands.

two hands swollen for want of warmth
two hands resting within their worldly exterior
two hands when spoken to replied in affirmative
two hands that never forgot to rise while in demand
two hands lying unheard in my lap
two hands needing comfort came close to falling dry
two hands shaken out of one dreamless slumber
two hands while separated felt even colder
one was warm burning hot making holes in my soul
it made my heart a melting pot
seeking shelter underneath your shadow
you beckoned colder and the other
two hands slept blissfully through the dark
snugly held by your warm enclosure
words that spare lips yet they reach through this space
keep hands close to hearts beating in tandem
warmer now softened for the world to shoot
arrows of unknown untold unheard of tales
tales of this world to be told
tales of that world to be savoured…