Tuesday, May 21, 2013

His Hands: by CJ Heck

His Hands
I was thinking, you can tell so much about a man by looking at his hands. 

Hands are so expressive. They can be kind, generous and loving, or they can be tough and aggressive and very unkind.

Are they working hands, calloused and rough, yet gentle?

 Are they hands that live at a desk, always clean and smooth and forever busy?

 Are they well-manicured and neat, or nervous, their nails chewed to the nub?

Are they wild and expressive, flying this way and that in a conversation?

Or, are they shy and pocketed, subdued like their owner?

However hands look, they seem to have their own personality.

And, maybe, just maybe, they're magically connected to a man's heart ...

His Hands

His hands should have
their own identity,
a name, perhaps,
befitting each vocation
they enjoy:

Skillful Hands --
Finely tuned,
they hold every tool
with equal panache.
Each callous earned,
a trophy,
but self-aware
and gentle
as they browse
my every curve.

Comical Hands --
The right one
scraping whiskers,
razoring down
a field of white
revealing trails of
pink-skinned angles.
I laugh at the silly poses
skewed by the left
so the right
won't miss a spot.
My just reward,
a foamy kiss.

Angry Hands --
His driving hands,
hands that slap
the wheel
as assholes
go too slow
or cut in front,
turn signals
up their butts
with their heads.
I'm glad the
angry hands
are only known
to live in cars.

Those hands --
I love his hands.

[From the book, "Anatomy of a Poet", by CJ Heck]

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cic said...

Lovely! I agree, hands tell you much about a man. And how he uses them tells some more. Nice post, nice poem. Thank you.

CJ Heck said...

Hello Christine --
Thank you so much for taking time to read and for your comments.

People have said for years that the eyes are mirrors of the soul. It's true, but hands are, too.
Thank you again.