Restless Hands

Restless hands I look at my old hand Blotches of liver spots, slow running blood vessels Delivering old blood so I can fold my hands Once they caressed a woman`s body who moaned And my hands were firm Women used to see me and smile now I walk The earth unobserved and words become a long silence. if I tell you how much I miss making love to sit in the park with a girl of and see the moon while smoking cigarettes, inhale its promise of love to come the aroma of her hair the smoothness of her thighs to kiss her libidos and drink her sweet water, her legs Apart she has given herself to me. Asleep enfolded we are, tomorrow is far away. My old hands remember so much I bow my head and try to inhale from my hands what once was It is all so hopeless and soon I will be dead