Tree of Hands

(mental soundtrack: Nina Simone:Black is the Color)

the tree of hands
billows over the mountainous curves

brushing the sudden softness

of your eyes and following

the angle of your cheeks

to that knotted place

that unlocks the thoughts

that reside

between delicate wings

that capture the melody

of the life that dances

on that two-curtained stage.

the tree of hands

releases those knots

and the thoughts

and the flashes of sound

and lifeglow bursts:

a potpourri of kaleidoscopic experience

as I look down at the color of my true love's hair.