pensivewhile you're far away,
and your absence echos --
that fine hand
whose touch is the touch of comfort
when my heart aches,
wrapping firmly to hold me close,
whose touch can cascade across my body,
sending electrical sparks
deep into my core
to bind me closer with love
and joy and desire.
That clever hand,
tapping out words on keyboard,
making friends happy,
the hand of protection,
holding me near in the darkness,
chasing away my night shadows,
keeping me safe.
A lover's hand,
A friend's hand,
the hand of my husband.
