Number 54, the Gesture

I lick your hands, your frequent,
your lily-scented hands, your gloves,
your dark gloves

the things they can do to eyes,
the things they do to my, my
stutter along the edge of this railing,
I fear your nearness, your near hands,

the face of your hands, your faceless hands,
your hat, your hat in your hands, one hat
in your hands, one hat on your head, sun in
your eyes, hands shading, the sun in
your hands, my heart in your hands,
the sun, the lily of your hands