Hand In Hand

I like the way my hand feels when it's within yours.

Reminding me of the first time we touched.

The mornings we layed there upon our bed making

future plans.

The nights gone by when we climaxed together with
our hands entwined making promises of forever love.

The strolls in the sun and brisk walks in the cold.

The times of bereavement when words were of little comfort.

After all this time..

I still like the way my hand feels when it's within yours.