Hands

Hands,
Where do they go?
Do they trace your ear softly?
Or cradle your loving face?

Hands,
Where do they go?
Do they tread through your hair?
Sifting through their depths?

Hands,
Where do they go?
Do they test the strength of your shoulders?
Their wide breadth against my nails?

Hands,
Where do they go?
Do they hold you by the arms?
Feeling safe in the cocoon of their embrace?

Hands,
Where do they go?
Other interesting paces that they shouldn't?
Perhaps not just yet!

Hands, I think, go with hands,
fingers entwined, palms flat against each other.
What truly interesting things, hands!