Porcelain Hands

Freeverse

Porcelain Hands

Her hands flow to the beat.
She moves with the rhythm
and makes me feel complete.

Like porcelain hands that
look fragile to touch.
I reach in slowly
gently.
Afraid so much.

Feeling the warmth
and delicacy.
I slide my fingers through hers.

Our eyes meet and I tremor.
We melt together
and drift away
with blissful murmurs.