Unconditionally Open

these hands, that took yours and walked away from all we knew. these hands, that laid brick, cut wood, plowed gardens, picked up trash built fences for the dogs, held the children when they were small, held your hands at the hospital stroked your body, touching forbidden places with gentleness and passion wrote the poetry hidden in your eyes these hands, now old and calloused, sometimes tremble, sometimes hard as stone these hands are open, without fear or trepidation, unconditionally open waiting for yours.