An Artists Hands

A Poem by MeltingSnow

Watching your hands create your art
Remembering what they created
For me, in me, through me
Your hands that fit my breasts perfectly
Their warmth on my skin

The heat they created for me
Your tender touch on my face
As your fingers brushed my cheek
Or swept away the hair I hide behind
Their strength and gentleness

The way they felt tangled in my hair
Pulling back my head
My longing for the touch of your lips
I am consumed by these memories
Consumed by you

Seeing your smile of happiness
Turned my way again
Your gaze upon me
A momentary glimpse of
That which is forever lost to me

I love you
I ache for you, all of you
Your heart, your mind
I will never forget you
My dragon will never be slain

I return the token key
I relinquish the symbolic heart
For they were never truly mine
My heart is broken, you see
And friendship can not assuage my pain