I saw her hands Never her face But I knew it all And I would not replace, a thought in my mind of her face and her skin Her nails were the bark of a mature oak and her hair pre foliage Many caverns and caves stretched from a finger, to gorges and trenches And from that same hand I saw a blaze The ashes, the burn of a smoldering stick Never her face, with not my eyes Her face I did see in my mind From one hand, that reached into my soul I saw her all and all I knew