Your Hands

your hands
have the potential energy
of a hypercoaster
at its highest peak

your hands
have the screaming rapture of a death miss
the greedy violence of lightning
the staccato
of machine gun fire

like hail stones
crushing daffodils
your hands wreak havoc
a force of nature
to be reckoned with

you could smack my ass
until i’m bruised and welted
until my soul is healed
until i bloom again

i could weep with pain
we could cry with joy

but

you just sit there
with your hands
your
large
beautiful
powerful hands
folded

ever

so

cruelly



in your lap