They hold… loosely and tightly… if not done right they can be frightening.

They touch… softly or hard… it’s hard to know which cars.

They speak… delicately or bold… one will know what their being told.

They show… point or gesture… hopefully towards pleasure.

They feel… nurse or caress… they have the ability to suppress.

They hurt… jab or a wave… an ability to dig a grave.

They lift… hoist or ascend… lovingly raise a friend.

They fall… push or shove… even in love.

They create… an end or a moment… we all long for it.

Our hands can do so much,

Our hands can do so little,

Our hands can be strong or brittle…

They help us love and they help us lust…

None of which ever has to be just.

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