Goodnight and These are my hands...

goodnight

i ran up the door and closed the stairs
said my pajamas and jumped in my prayers
turned off my bed, and tucked into my light
all because u kissed me tonight.


these are my hands

these jaded fingers
have been pricked, picked and bitten
they wear my anxiety
the spent years
the daunting fears
my gnawing imagination
and the uncertainty of a certain future
"what is to come, will"
yet i bite still

but these are MY fingers,
the fourth finger left hand
that wears a mockery of a wedding band
the right index and middle finger, attentive to my climax
I climb through the uneventful day to reach apex
and then I inevitably descend right back into the same... fingers

I have played in my earth
I have played in the earth
and planted seeds of hope
that will some day bloom
and i will some day pick the fruit
from these hands' work

they are my compasses of life
pointing and directing
receiving and projecting
righting and lefting
gripping and dressing
hitting and caressing

but tonight they are coming together
palm to palm
fingers interlocked like a zipper
pulled together at the web
just praying that you... will hold them for a while