Manos

When her hands are open
across the table,
I hope you grab them.
I hope you link your fingers
and kiss her palms;
Thank God for letting
her have hands
that can create;
Thank God for letting
her have fingers
that send chills up your spine;
Thank God for the
jump of the blue
line in her wrist
when you caress the
back of her hand
in circles.
When her hands are open
across the table,
I hope you grab them.

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