Your Hands
by Maxine Prado
Suddenly, all that was black turned blurring bright.
Light crashed down upon me as I looked around seeing all white.
Sipping from the periphery of my vision, a silhouette
coming through.
An apparition?
I don't think so.
It was you.
You, with piercing eyes
As if I'm transparent, you see my soul.
You held me, you were warm.
Warmer than any other's hands, than any other's arms.
If I had not seen your face,
I'd still know it was you.
Your warmth whispered me, it was you.
***
*to him who owns these warm hands.
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