Laying Hands 

The laying of hands — and lips —
upon a canvas of aching skin
ignites emotions
pressed into the palate 
by fingers painting tender hues 
and subtle strokes,
tracing lines and curves
indelible 
with passion’s ink

There lies at last a work of art
bathed in sun’s first light,
awash 
in syllables of longing
and brushed 
within a rhapsody  
that fills the cup to overflowing
and spreads across the page
with resonating clarity

And an anthem rises 
on the heated summer breeze;
climactic quivers, paused 
upon the tip of tongue’s vibrato
that ride the ebb and flow 
of cresting waves
and bleed seductive shades
into a masterpiece that waits
to be undone and resurrected,
drifting through the cosmos
to another world.




july 2006




Awarded by Poetic Constellations





Awarded by New Horizons ~ week of July 21, 2006