I Asked To See You

 I asked to touch your hand
you placed your palm on mine
I studied the back and front of your hand
The yellowish soft welcome inside and through

The tanned harder back of it
and elegant line between the two
running from the little finger
to the base of the wrist

I asked to see your leg
you extended it out from your skirt
first your calf then your barefoot into sunlight
pointing your toes the subtle lines formed

between the top of your foot
and the gently rippled surfaced sole
Causing a symmetry dimples couldn't plagiarize
paralleling a grace that reverberated your girlish fervor