Holding Hands Hand slipped into hand a clasp, not a grasp only the moment held tightly Our fingers entwine first yours then mine the edge of a nail etching our design into the unique whorls of our lives Palm soothing palm easing the ache of the memory of a child a parent a lover Thumb stroking thumb A tingle of touch that heralds a closeness yet to come Our time told by the swing of a pendulum arm has just begun
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Shapeless days and nameless nights (01/02/2016)
I miss him still (15/08/2015)
We'd drink (13/08/2015)
Made up (17/07/2015)
He's a Poet (15/07/2015)
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