And He Longs To Touch The Hands...

And He Longs To Touch The Hands Of The One He Loves
by Brian Marais (16 Aug 2007)

And he longs to touch the hands of the one
he still loves -
Having lingered for long with hands so
icy-cold,
Now warmed inside thickly-fleeces and
leather gloves -
To caress his beautiful, and embrace
his stronghold.

And he yearns to hold the only girl who's stolen
his whole heart.
Twice over he counted the grains of sand that were
hour-glassed
With steadfast patience and desire, to see his
counterpart
Blessed with the gift of grace from angels
unsurpassed.

And he craves the smell of her hair, abloom with thyme
and marigold,
And wide eyes gleaming and bright like the unclouded,
daytime sky.
His heart is deeply etched with hidden secrets that
remain untold,
But he bids himself have courage, and let hearts
reunify.

And he aches to allow the world to see
his heart
And let feathered words fall gently upon the face
that is Ladylove's.
And with nothing to fear or conceal to sunder
them apart,
The freedom will be theirs to let love soar like two
turtledoves.