Lovers Hands
Old with age
Bent and buckled
Now an old sage
Carbuncle on knuckle.
Hands lift high
A Grandchild
Up to the summer sky
Manner calm and mild
Lovers hands
Took me to a high
Caressed my young body
Took me with a sigh
Lovers hands joined
Fingers entwined
Press tightly
Hearts flutter lightly
poem by Robert Green
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