Their hands when they touch
 Flow from rolling of wrists
 Each touch is a signal
 Each touch is a kiss
  
 Their fingers are folding
 On whispers and secrets
 Cupped hands are holding
 All ahead that will be
  
 Their fingers trace circles 
 On their palms telling futures
 Tender are the touches 
 Of their hands as their tutors 
  
 Their hands rest together 
 One on top of the other
 Their hands mark their measure 
 Their harmonious hands
  
 Their hands spread out 
 Open and true
 Telling each story
 Each soul on view
  
 Hands hold each heart
 Supporting each core
 Their hands do the learning
 Of what more to adore
  
 The extension of hands
 The parallel lines
 Pads of sensitive fingers
 Their dreaming defines
  
 There are fists and  shaking
 The are dips and rise
 There are quivering fingers
 Before flickering eyes
  
 When hands arc with arms
 To gracious embrace 
 The lovers say nothing 
 As hands touch each face
  
 Delicate lines are drawn 
 Across  soft skinned cheeks
 Then with touches to  lips
 Mouths start to seek
  
 Two seeing hands
 guide the blind
 Sensuous and caressing they massage
 to unwind
  
 Four hands synchronise
 to breathe in kind
 in waves of love
 entwined