Whisperer

Let me
Dip
My hands
Into the well
Of your patience
And slake
Anger
At your mercy
Or else
Bridle me
Claim me
As the eye
Does the storm

Swiss Army Knife

Your hands:
Soothe
Knead
Play
Caress
Tickle
Punch
Grasp
Draw
Write
Mold
Scratch
Dab
Braid
Weave
Carry
Smooth
Massage
And embrace me.

Do not let the world diminish who you are: A wonder.

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