Lonely hands are talking

I watch her in the garden 

sunlight on her skin

strumming melodies on her guitar

touching cords within

her lonely hands are talking                                                             

as she runs them through her hair

she gives herself away each time

I am trying not to stare

her lonely hands are talking

brushing tears back from her face

her gleaming palms of loneliness

make my heart skip pace

the way she touches me

is never quite complete

she really doesn't know me

so our fingers never meet

she caresses me with poetry

with oceans in between

I see her in a kitten's purr

I see her in my dreams

Reviews

[Danielle Aparta♔]

"the way she touches me is never quite complete" Aww hahaha. This is really sweet and fantastic

[Rossen]

Thank you got it fixed,

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

This is so hauntingly beautiful and quiet. I love the reference to her lonely hands. Excellent!

[Rossen]

thanx I am a sucker for distant dreamers that I come to know through the touch of lady poetry...