Holding Hands Is A Complicated Business. Poem by Danielle Ward
Holding Hands Is A Complicated Business.
Heartbeat.
It takes a second of inclination,
A smile,
A reassurance louder than words.
Fingers stretch, reach,
Muscles working.
Magnets, you are my north.
Fighting the pull,
Flow of a river. Skin touches,
Soft as petals. Electric, a loose connection somewhere,
Tightened. Wires interlocking, winding and wrapping,
Bonding.
My hand is in yours.
Let it rest there.
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5/7/2024 5:48:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful - I love it. It encapsulates that first nervous experience of new love. Perfect! 10+