Work in Progress (4/29/11)

Do you see these hands, they are yours

They were made to touch your trembling places

To hold your secret heart

Do you see this mouth, It is yours

This articulate tongue was made to weave patterns of words

Building castles around you from nothing but scattered dust

These lips were made to smile and frown

at all your little foibles, all your many ways

Do you see these eyes, they are yours

They were made to hold your gaze

To see you, through you, to you

Do you see these hands, this mouth, these eyes

They are your hands, your mouth, your eye

Made for you, to touch, to taste, to see