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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Roberta Schultz


 

My Hands Trust Love

My hands trust love
like heat everyone holds.
My hands trust love obsessed with soft
that pillows the night against this wall.
My hands trust love like the hard blue of water,
though star sad smile would have none here.
My hands trust love that can shade my friends
with wish trees sweet as a whisper.
My hands trust love like my sister,
who flowers in life and in death.
My hands trust love used to fear
that hovers near in imaginary mist.
My hands trust love's dark dance,
in the dust road's candlelight moon.