I Love The Way Your Hands Love Me

My hands
cradling your head
against my chest

my hands
caressing your breast
all awe & tenderness

my hands
encircling your naked waist

your belly

convulsed with laughter
& desire

my hands
resting on your hips

you stepping out of
your unzipped skirt

a petticoat
like a wave
frothing at your feet

my hands
stroking your thighs gently

opening to
receive me

your discarded panties

landing on the kitten

underneath them

my hands

(you telling me)

“I love the way
your hands

...love me! ”

by Dónall Dempsey

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Broken night! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Classic Leonard as we miss him dearly.
......the poet predicts the future accurately ★ wonder when he penned this write
The Future Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it's lonely here, there's no one left to torture Give me absolute control over every living soul And lie beside me, baby, that's an order! Give me crack and anal sex Take the only tree that's left and stuff it up the hole in your culture Give me back the Berlin wall give me Stalin and St Paul I've seen the future, brother: it is murder. Things are going to slide, slide in all directions Won't be nothing Nothing you can measure anymore The blizzard, the blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold and it has overturned the order of the soul When they said REPENT REPENT I wonder what they meant When they said REPENT REPENT I wonder what they meant When they said REPENT REPENT I wonder what they meant You don't know me from the wind you never will, you never did I'm the little jew who wrote the Bible I've seen the nations rise and fall I've heard their stories, heard them all but love's the only engine of survival Your servant here, he has been told to say it clear, to say it cold: It's over, it ain't going any further And now the wheels of heaven stop you feel the devil's riding crop Get ready for the future: it is murder Things are going to slide... There'll be the breaking of the ancient western code Your private life will suddenly explode There'll be phantoms There'll be fires on the road and the white man dancing You'll see a woman hanging upside down her features covered by her fallen gown and all the lousy little poets coming round tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson and the white man dancin' Give me back the Berlin wall Give me Stalin and St Paul Give me Christ or give me Hiroshima Destroy another fetus now We don't like children anyhow I've seen the future, baby: it is murder Things are going to slide... When they said REPENT REPENT...
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