Sometimes, we hold hands in silence. Can you feel what I am thinking when I hold your hand?
The fingers can be interlaced, highlighting our contrasting skin
Or clasped as we walk down the street
One hand on top of the other on your lap
Or a hand resting on top of mine across the table
Can you feel what I am thinking when I hold your hand?
Do you feel my need for comfort?
Or sense how much I admire your strength?
Can you tell that I’m offering you solace and understanding?
Does your skin translate for me that I desire you?
Maybe my touch tells you my heart is beating faster
Perhaps my fingertips let you know that I need your familiarity
Clasping may tell you that I’m yours, forever
Holding tightly might say don’t ever let me go
Do you know when I reach for your hand as we walk,
I’m proclaiming our love to the world?
Do you understand that when I reach for your hand in bed,
I’m simply trying to proclaim my love to just you?
Sometimes, we hold hands in silence. Can you feel what I am thinking when I hold your hand?
Because it means something and everything
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