My hands stroke your body,
Skin on skin, I learn who you are.
I heal the breach between us,
and make us one.
I give life to a new union,
two souls, dancing together.
My hands feel the firm flesh
that covers your nakedness.
Confident only in your beauty
You allow me to see you at last.
My hands uncover your being,
ensuring that you stand before me
vulnerable in your innocence.
My hands elicit responses that you
do not deign to give; but helpless as you are
you must surrender your false pride.
My hands tear you down, and build you up again.
They soothe and stretch and knead.
My hands stroke you.
My hands are loving and dangerous,
creative and injurious.
My hands will do no harm to you; so
fear not to fall into them, my Love.
They are only one route into my arms;
one way into my heart.
I can see you through my hands,
your beauty as no eyes have perceived.
Through one stroke,
I have come to know you.

About Gabrielle Burns

I am a Jamaican at play here in this vast playground in cyberspace....Yes, at times I do like to live dangerously, but I AM also working hard at becoming more interesting by the day... :)
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9 Responses to Stroke

  1. Will & Lori says:

    Very evocative and tactile imagery, both my wife and I felt and experienced this poem in different ways, the imagery it invoked pressing buttons in both mine and her psyche, so I would say that what you set out to do with this work has succeeded, you touched and moved us in different ways. Thank you.

  2. Will & Lori says:

    I loved the poem, I loved the imagery, the luscious metaphors and sense of urgency tempered with the need to delay and enjoy the experience; I find it quite telling that Lori and I saw it in such different ways; she saw it as the interplay between two lovers, their thoughts echoing between them as they indulged in foreplay, whereas I read it as a solitary individual, male or female, worshipping their sexual nature as they bring themself to orgasm; the two souls metaphor elicits for me the angel and the demon, the yin and yang, the male and female aspects of human spirituality, the need to give pleasure coupled with the need for release. A wonderful poem, thank you for sharing it.

  3. Woodrow Johnson says:

    Love “Stroke.” You have a sensuous quality in your style and wording. It’s almost a caress by a lover (your lover?) that joins two individuals into one.

    Well done, Gabrielle. And, Happy Birthday, too! Thank you.

    • Thank you VERY much for this. My smile is getting broader by the minute! I should say that when I was thinking about a focus word in order to prepare this page for publication I thought about the word “caress”. I went with “stroke” for obvious reasons.

      Thanks for the birthday greetings too!

      (((HUGE HUG)))

  4. L. R. Taylor says:

    If ever a poem did speak it is this. As I read, I felt as though we were alone at home, no phone, no T.V, no computer, no electric lights. A mellow candle flame, dancing to the slow, intense rhythm of the caress. There is such a sumptuous, sensuous feast for the mind and body is these lines, that I was fully satisfied and yet there is a deep craving for more. Strip me, break me, and rebuild me, all with one simply complex Stroke.

    • Oh my! You’re quite the poet here yourself! Thank you very much for this! You know, I read these comments last evening just before bed but it was even more satisfying to read them again this morning now that I’m fully awake. It is even better than a cup of Blue Mountain coffee!



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