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