Long Strong and Warm....( Your Hands)

In the dream...

I remembered...those hands
Long...strong...and warm.
Seemed like you had more
than two.
Felt like...a legion of
fingers had invaded my form
touching me...molding me...
soothing me...
Intimately.

Making me remember what
it felt like to be held...
From deep inside my soul.

I whispered my aches to you...
as tears rolled down my face...
I showed you where I felt pain
As you began to massage me...
internally... touching my heart
cooing to my woundedness
Till I was still...

You unfolded the madness inside me
You smoothed it all away....
With those hands...

You kissed my forehead...and said
"How could anyone hurt something as
precious as you"...

You said... you would allways be there
to protect me...with those hands...
As every painful memory seeped out of me
In the dream....

I closed my eyes and rested my cheek on your palm
as you...
cupped my face.
You told me ...all would be well soon
You told me ... soon my soul would burst
with joy....and the newness that Love brings...

When I awoke...my cheeks were warm...
I closed my eyes...and tried to
remember your face....
Yet the only thing I could remember...
were...Your Hands...
Long Strong....and warm.