Bare Hands

Palms up, fingers spread.

The rawness of my hands are 

Smooth to the touch.

Untouched by another's hand,

Forgetfulness of companionship.

My bare hands desperate for

Closeness and warmth.

A magnetic pull to it's opposite hand

Discredits true comfort

The heart longs for what these hands crave.

Tamed and molded, they lack freedom.

A chance to hold another is out of reach.

My bare hands

Deserted from love's true hold.

Discussion:

The poem Bare Hands tell a sad story of a woman's longing to hold another's hand. The line "A magnetic pull to it's opposite hand/ Discredits true comfort," basically explains that she's used to the touch of her own hands so it's now second nature, or in this case magnetic. This automated action doesn't compare to the touch of someone else's hand.