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I want your hands to hold my written words,
Your hovering fingers to caress them, your
Fingertips to touch these lines like a bird’s—
A hummingbird’s—wing wafts the air, the pure
And cool breeze fanned above the nectar. I
Want your fingertips, your fingerprints, their whorls
Unique among all shapes, to certify
The protestations of my love like earls
Uplifting coronets in harmony
When regal coronation crown descends.
I want the blessing of your hands to be
Compacted with my verse and its soft ends.
..Give words the highest benison of love
….And make them yearn to rise to skin above.