Hands

Dripping softly down much like

Dry tears upon a wooden chair

A lonesome cougar finding love

Through fingers light and feelings bare

Barely passing through each day as

Garden snakes crash his parade

He knows what he will have to say

To let his heart not stop

Say, won’t you put your hands on me?

To be here with you, I feel so magical

Striding grandly out his door all

Ready for his meeting true

He longs to run his fingers through

The ruffles of his cheeks he grew

He always stays so quiet

In the midst of this great angel

Will he speak the words he needs to say

To let his heart not stop

Say, won’t you put your hands on me?

To be here with you, I feel so magical

Breathe for the moment

Wait till he’s ready

Breathe for the moment

Wait till he’s ready

Say, won’t you put your hands on me?

To be here with you, I feel so magical