Your hands -
well-manicured,
clean from all vices,
but my own.
The wave of goosebumps
cascade down to my lower back,
but your hands of rose
are only caressing my
clean-shaven face.
Each part of your fingers and
palms
reassure me that all of
your love lands onto me -
your hands of rose being
the messenger of such
a transaction.
Your hands,
well-manicured,
leave me speechless,
but I need not worry;
your hands of rose
have spoken.