Those Hands

In the spring of my 21st year,
I met a boy, or rather, a man.
As beautiful as he was arrogant,
As addictive as he was charming.

Those eyes, that smile, those hands.
I must admit that I fell in love with those hands.

With his hands he held me,
As we watched the beautiful sunrise,
After the long nightmare

With his hands he held me,
Through long walks by the sea,
As we played, laughed and

washed the past away

On endless nights of loving,
& love making, he held me.
Caressing my body,
Celebrating my being.
Always holding me.

I’d been held before,
& I’ve been held since.

But when he held me,
He held my body,
Held my heart.

He held the most intimate
Parts of me,
Gently caressed away my pain,
Calmed my fears.
He reminded me
Of what I’d long forgotten.

That I am something special.

Yes, I’d been held before,
And I’ve been held since,

But when He held me...