The Hand Man

Says

Come take it

My hand

Is strength,

It will keep you safe.

It is not perfect , but what is?

It will lead you home

Give you assurance.

Come take it, for it seeks you.

Soak in its warmth,

Grab it tightly, love the thrill

Of flesh against flesh.

Your pulse will quicken

In the grasp of the Hand Man.

Enjoy his search among your twists and turns,

His study of your beauty

His joy when his lips caress

The creases of your identity.

So come ….

Take it as he reaches out to you.