Secret of Hands

Young couples huddle close
To never lose the touch
Of their hands caressing
Enclosed fingers of lust,
To greet skin with a smooth,
Sweet sense of care.
Growing old together,
Hands locked in a pair,

The palms
Leave open portals,
Naked and bare,
To witness
Dry crinkles in fair,
Young skin.
Earned beauty in each line
Of life lived within.

Until the day lover’s hands hold
What young hands could not fold,
The secret of old hands
Though wrinkled
Hold well

Angelique Lestienne really enjoys poetry. She is 18 years old and attends WVC for Running Start students at Eastmont High School.