Hand
On a plate, everything handed
to me, so often, by you. Thank you.
And, hand,
you handle an itch effortlessly
but, just as easily,
can become a fist;
can beckon, but then,
with a flick of the wrist…
someone’s dismissed;
when you connect
with your partner
clap clap
I hear applause;
a finger to lips
means silence, of course...
shhh!
Such power you wield,
my flexible friend.
Sometimes it’s a light touch,
the right touch,
knowing what’s needed, wanted.
I do take you for granted
but oh…
the things you can do!
When you put it there for example…
Ooo!
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