Loving hands melt rock
Stone transforms to molten clay
What joyous release

With your touch, I sigh
Armor falls away
I find the true self beneath.

Hands float across my back
I sink deep into the pool
At the bottom: peace.

Raindrops and hailstorms
Turn into streams
Carving deep rivers down my spine.

Smooth hands follow
Grain of the wood
Tracing lines and rings inside the trunk

Beneath poised hands
A tiger's face appears
Whiskers sprout beneath fingers

Whirlpool of quicksand circles my leg
Mudflow cascades
And sweeps away

Copyright 2001 Karen Albertsen