Holding Hands

 
Just a squeeze
To say that I'm here
Either "with you" or "for you"

Speaking to each other
But without making a sound

Holding on to this shared moment with interlocking fingers

Passing wordless messages
(I like you)
(Glad you're here)
between like minds who like each other

Letting the slipping, sliding motions of slick fingers suggest ways to touch each other even more

Once we find time and space alone

Practicing pleasurable pathways to tactile paradise
Performing ritualized romance by proxy

Letting palms over thumbs stand in for chest-to-chest and chest-to-back body play

A wide-open display of secret sensuality
With promises of legs crossing loosely over limbs
A private,
public imitation of lazy, languorous lovemaking

Everyone sees it
Everyone does it
But no one knows exactly what's happening
'cept the persons involved
as we're practicing for later

In full view
and in plain sight
of the World

All they know
is that we
are holding hands