As gentle as the breeze of a butterfly’s passing, A touch so light, as a wisp of vapor… Hands as soft as silken gauze, and smooth as drops of milk, Possessed of serpent cleverness, move in subtle circuits, Full of soothing knowledge, as a sage is full of wisdom, To ease with tender touchings, as a newborn child is touched, And wash away all weariness, as they channel comforts river, These hands, concerned and sensitive, caress with caring rhythms…
Note: I've been encouraged by some of the feedback I've gotten, so my plan is to continue re-posting poems from the last several months, but now including an audio clip going forward. I'll also be sprinkling in some new (or at least previously unpublished) poems here and there.