handsYou extend your hand and she takes it,
it makes it easier for her to get out of the car.
You open your palm and she takes hold
for untold pleasures reside and hide there.
You grasp hers softly, a tender caress
that relieves stress and comforts; protects.
It projects your civility; a gentility that was
taught by the gentle man to whom
you owe so much. But that singular touch
says all it can when held in your hand.
You take her face between your soft grasp,
cheeks to be stroked and loved, a dip
to sip her lips sweet nectar as you respect
her and care. You do not dare to strike out.
It is about the bond of love you share,
all told in the holding of hands.


© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics: Can You Give Me A Hand?



  1. Glenn Buttkus

    This is a perfect tribute to the magic of hand-holding, from first love to old age; loved it. Gentle touch & slow hands, right on!

  2. Ah – Walt – how lovely to read your words again … I’m not sure where I’ve been but I feel like I’ve been far away, even though I know – I’ve been right here, at my computer, typing away … just not getting as much done as I’d like (of course, when does anyone?). Nevahmind … I’m here now and love your poem – how could I not? You always did write the most exquisite love poems – “all told in the holding of hands” – yes.

  3. How great of your mother to bring up a gentleman of a son ~ I admire the perspective of the man, caring and nurturing that love and respect for the woman ~

    A wonderful share Walt ~ I am learning to appreciate your gentle heart ~

    1. Mom expected it. Dad was the ultimate gentleman. Between the two I couldn’t have been steered wrong. I’m glad you can find something in my words to embrace, Grace. Thank you for your kindness.

  4. Beautiful, Walt….a poem filled with such deep love! Indeed so much can be expressed and seen in the holding of hands! Young love, mature love — all love!

  5. I love those gentlemanly arts and your poem. When I was a teen and dating doors were always held open for me (both cars and otherwise) and I wonder if it is a lost art with most men. I like seeing couples holding hands.

    1. A simple expression, a firm connection… the first intimacy. I like seeing couples hold hands too, Gayle. I also like being part of a couple that holds hands. And I do often!

    1. Thanks Bryan! An inspiration found through my parents who were consummate hand holders. When Mom passed, Dad was usually found next to her casket stroking her hands. That’s when I realized that no matter his struggles, my Father truly loved my Mother.

  6. Clasping the hand of someone you love is the best. You can feel the other’s pulse in their fingers, and that comes straight from the heart. Wonderful poem, Walt.:)

  7. I was overwhelmed by its loveliness up until “You dare not to strike out,” which seemed to inject a dark note. Otherwise, it had me warming to the touch.

    1. Not dark. His upbringing and matter wouldn’t allow him to “strike out”. And I’m thinking in baseball terms in reference to romance. Don’t strike out! His intentions are honorable. Thanks for stopping by.

    1. Edison said, “When you have exhausted all possibilities, remember this – you haven’t.”

      Don’t give up so easily, Paula.

      And as long as Barlett has lent me his book, another quotation:

      “There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something tomorrow.” ~Orison Swett Marden

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s