because my hands cannot be,
my thoughts are all over you.
i close my eyes to reveal
short films of fantasy,
replaying for my pleasure,
every tender caress.
and
mentioned
gesture.

closed tight over my eyes
my palms preserve desire.
casings of love's prize,
saved later for fire.

with
perseverating imagination
and reluctant reality,
i stand back from day dreams,
and wait for their coming,

and, as always,
because my hands cannot be,
my thoughts are all over you.