POEM OF YOUR HANDS Your nervous, warm, large hands harp on my senses the ideal music of emotion. For your creative fingers, I am the magic piano vibrating to the influx of your ardent restlessness. Your trembling hands tear sonorous anguish from my nerves, which tighten like harmonious strings. Your imperious hands, your rebellious hands, sing silent hallelujahs of gestures, when they compose poems of voluptuousness, unrestrained cries of pagan joy, running swiftly, lightly, torturously, on the white keyboard of my body... (Rhythms of restless joy)