Hands in movement

I see it now :
Tender, slender hands
Soft, sweet flesh
Moving slowly through the flowing
Like a stream before my eyes
The sun presenting jewel shapes off the surfaces
But the hands, the tender shoots
Branching across, left to right, right to left
The slow, slender fingers
Passing on their own across my vision,
In patterns and melodies of sound and life and movement
A slow, passing symphony of touch
Touching the syrup air
Turning the heat to coolness
In its movement of peaceful joy
And the slow, slow flowing
The clock hands fluid
A harmony of thin clouds across the blue sky
A melody of parts in concert before my eyes.