When you spoke of hands
The fans
That can reach out to you
In the physical sense

I clasped my digits in widgets
That mingled and tingled
Like the sands of your heart
But in my defense

The part of your brain
That holds your heart, in vain
Fidgeted in the kitchen
That holds all the grain

...and the stinging of fingers
That you felt might not fit
Started relieving the fever
You didn't quit

Hand to heart I adore you
For boarding the shore
Of arms holding palms
Fingers Longing for more

fidgeting in the kitchen........