for tommi
open your hand
stare into the palm
and imagine that hand
belongs to someone else
is connected to an arm
not as strong as yours
to a shoulder with a nicer curve
to a body of satin flesh
to a face that smiles
and kisses
and brings you undone with hope
like a knife in your heart
and then remember the pleasure that hand
has granted you over the years
and multiply it a hundredfold
thats the future tommi
go for it!
oh and there there is the bit with the other hands
little hands connected to little heads
who bring meaning and pleasure
is a whole different, clasping sort of way.