Mine Is The Hand

Mine is the hand that paints on smiles
Creates a lipstick border
At the gate of words
Lies and wiles
Guarded by pearls
The barricade which bites the tongue

Mine is the hand that colours speech
A slash of red
Shades anger and passion
Blue hues weep
Drizzle ice and distance
Between the lines in a rainbow of emotion

Mine is the hand muddying waters
With hidden messages
Conversational clues
Cued by the palette
Of this pantone matchmaker
Who winds up the world and watches it go