Your Hands by Jill Sharon Kimmelman

Your Hands

I feel them....your hands everywhere 

as if there were dozens

not just two

i need them on my skin

feathery fingertips so fine

sun-browned palms

bringing a blush to my skin

all the while 

stroking me...playing me

as if i am an instrument of unimagined worth 

conjured...selected...delivered

a splendid feast of enchantment

I feel them...your hands everywhere

like a blanket washed a thousand times

just so it can be this soft

every patch of skin....every supple limb

whispers a sassy message to my brain

of wild clambering need

seeking its song...a sweet refrain

again and again and again

Your hands cast spells of wondrous magic

i have little desire to understand why

only to accept that 

without the gift of those hands

i will never be completely whole

Bio:

Jill Sharon Kimmelman comes from a successful career in events planning and the culinary arts. She is a “Pushcart Prize” nominee in poetry in 2017 & “Best of the Net 2018”. Her work can be seen in multiple national and international literary publications. She was recently featured in “An Interview With A Poet”, in a local magazine. Jill lives in Delaware with her husband Tim, and is the proud mother of one son, Jordan. She enjoys reading aloud, “cooking from the heart", theatre, classic films, lively book discussions, and photography