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A man’s Hands are an indicator To their affinity for loving They wrap in a warm embrace And are the tools of forgiving Hands are the symbol of togetherness They whisper the lives others lead Giving a glimpse of an else’s realm                                       But… Hands are the locks upon the chains                                              That protrude from one’s upper body…

  Inspiration for the poem – again I don’t have the artist but it ain’t me   The jewel-encrusted sea is her duvet, as she lays upon the sand   The Sun’s rays flood her in warmth, like a blanket unto from heaven   Birds sing in trees, dolphins splash in the sea; a lullaby for her slumber   ~LB Like, share, comment and follow if you like what you see/read!

  Inspiration for poem – I don’t have the artist but it wasn’t me   A crown upon a scalp Of the porcelain queen Fragile like an unborn chick Ready to burst from its shell And tear the thin lining Of the regal’s skull   But power is but a veneer, Controlled by skeleton puppets Hidden by the veil of her purity Tainted by the goblin court That beguile the queen To a shell of her empty being Leaving…

When a man Wants to indulge himself In me I find myself asking Why me? When he can get someone so much better?   ~LB If you enjoyed this, please like, share, comment and follow for more!

Inspiration for poem – a picture by user James George on allpoetry.com We walk side by side; hand in hand; feet in unison She is my woman and I am her man   Her hand encapsulates mine the moisture between acting as glue We walk until I can’t think straight how I long for more so we can spend eternity just walking; side by side hand in hand   Though even I know a dream is but a dream this memory…