As gentle as the breeze of a butterfly’s passing,
A touch so light, as a wisp of vapor…
Hands as soft as silken gauze, and smooth as drops of milk,
Possessed of serpent cleverness, move in subtle circuits,
Full of soothing knowledge, as a sage is full of wisdom,
To ease with tender touchings, as a newborn child is touched,
And wash away all weariness, as they channel comforts river,
These hands, concerned and sensitive, caress with caring rhythms…
