These Hands..

These are the same hands that held my head in
Ecstasy when I first heard 'Umi Says',
The same hands that dripped with scented libations,
Libations for your forgiveness.

These hands warded off the Evils of the world,
By dressing your septic wounds with love
and deliberate vigour-
Vigour!

These are the same hands that cut themselves preparing your food,
Whilst these eyes watched you roll over in drunken slumber,
Whilst this womb ached and the onions turned translucent.
The same hands that ran your bath water,
Stirring ripples in its sea of healing -
To make sure the temperature was just right.

These are the same hands that ripped the flesh off
Of your love-making back
These, the same fingers that retraced her stolen kiss over the cusp
Of your lips.
And these are the same eyes that saw the truth in your eyes
Whilst these ears listened to you lie.

These,
The same hands that held your heart when you had lost your faith.
When the flesh of your kin was no longer,
These hands collected your sweet tears
And placed them in the river that your ancestors
Drink from.

These palms held the home of your child,
Yet the same hands turned to ash at your touch,
Flung, like seeds to the wind..

So tell me my King, why should I give you 
My hands?