Trembling Hands

In a certain light,
Trembling hands that grasp
as though driven like a cat
To mouse, not starved
but hungry for that urge
to hunt, and nibble.

In a certain light
Sinful to be that impulsive
With those trembling hands that grasp
At clasps, and buckles
A heart deprived and thumping
Out of a confused chest.

In a certain light
Trembling hands that grasp
Into fists after kisses curse
That clothes fit so right
Despite what eyes betray
And goose pimpled flesh conveys
In shortened harsh un-composed breaths.

In that certain light
Where trembling hands can grasp
A mouse, like a house cat had
And bat around till it gone limp
With shock and awe
Satisfied with the game for now,
But not forever,
No not at all.

Predatory animal skills
Sometimes as savage
Often more gentle
In a certain light
With trembling hands that lust.