Empty Hands

My hands are empty
Without you in them
It makes no sense
To fill them with anyone else
Passion like this can't be duplicated
If it could be, everyone would feel the fire
Roaring out of control to touch you now
My hands would surely burn, but for now
I would be willing to suffer much much more.

Jean-Pierre, Dean
www.deanthepoet.com
5-23-06