Heaven in his hands

He holds heaven in his hands

when he touches me

strong finger tips caress my skin

leaving behind them traces

of starlit skies

fluffy white clouds

and immensely bright,

white lights.

Thunder rumbles in the distance

my skin begins to tremble

with just one touch 

the heavens above

might open 

and quench 

an Earthly thirst.

He listens to the movements of the plates

looking for goosebumps as they shake

sensing the under currents as they quake

down below

way, way down

underground to the bottom of the sea 

on the bed of lost pearls and escaped oysters

the silent, unchartered waters

of undiscovered lands

exposed by the man

who holds heaven 

in his hands.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear LouBelle.
"He holds heaven in his hands
when he touches me
strong finger tips caress my skin
leaving behind them traces
of starlit skies
fluffy white clouds
and immensely bright,
white lights."
I loved the above lines. They could stand alone. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Laura Kate]

Hello Coyote,
Thank you fo reading and sharing your thoughts with me, I do appreciate it :)
Laura.

[Coyote Poetry]

I always enjoy your work and you are welcome Laura.

[Kerra]

Thunder rumbles in the distance
my skin begins to tremble
with just one touch
the heavens above

Really love this part right here, this is wonderful

[Laura Kate]

Sincere thanks, Kerra, for sharing your thoughts.

[Just Kim]

Very well written write, nicely expressed

[Laura Kate]

Thank you very much for reading, I appreciate it :)