The wrist: <br />The neck of the hand <br />tingles when touched. <br />Fragile as ice on a lake. <br />Under which the waters of <br />life flow in red glory. <br />Often this paper thin skin <br />is savaged by the slender <br />blade of despair; <br />Red rivers drain <br />and weaken the heart. <br />The Wrist: <br />Delicate Neck of the hand <br />under which all life flows.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wrist-poems-of-the-body/
