Her Hands

she held my hands
and i felt complete.
the softness and gentleness
of her palm
said to me what
words could not say.
she held my hand
while we sauntered
in the pouring rain
and
the quintessence of
her tenderness
seeped into my pores
saying,
things will never be
the same after today.
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Bentinck is a bestselling author in Caribbean and Latin American Poetry, he is a multifaceted individual who excels as both an artist and educator.
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