A hand
Five fingers
The veined back and fleshy palm.
Two hands
Ten fingers
A woman’s hand
Mine are scarred
Accidents and fights
Only on my right hand.
A woman’s hands
Palms
On my cheeks
Soft and warm.
It’s been years.
Since a woman’s touched
Me.
Eyes shut
Soul open
Bewitched by the palms
Of a woman’s two hands
And the magic of a new memory.
They last the longest.
Drawing by Egon Schiele