With My Hands

Soft beneath my fingertips

I sense comfort for a rest

Hard beneath my palm

A support in which to invest


Coarse beneath my skin

I’m aware I must escape

Smooth to my touch

You’ll warm, as around me you’ll drape


In times without sight or sound

Or lacking desire to smell or taste

Touch is the sense I depend on

For with my hands, I reach out in haste


Submitted to dVerse

Published by Astrid's Words

Astrid Hardjana-Large is an inspirational author who enjoys Life and adversity. She is motivated to share her inspiration from Life experiences and encourages readers to persevere on the journey of Life.

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