Your hands

Your hands

Gently you pick me up when fallen,
Supporting me without pushing.
Softly your hands touches mine,
Sweetness floating as blood rushing,
Through my mind and cheeks.

You hold me between your hands,
tiny fingers has a firm grip.
I feel the need for you,
To have me close.
At all times.

I like to thank your hands,
Silly as it sounds,
But it is not, kindness is pleasure.
Fingers playing in colored polish.
Only women has that many colors.

Running your hands keep you balanced,
As they keep me in mood,
Softly pressed against my ears,
Letting peace into my heart.
Setting dreams in my mind.

Drumming inpatient on table,
When your emotions burst.
Letting the world know about fury,
Keep beating until your smile is back.
Peace is yet again in your touch.

Capture me once more at the check in counter,
Waving loves goodbye and see you soon.
I am looking back from the escalator,
Still your hands are sending greeting of love.
Sending me off to come back in love.