We are just a tiny flock
you and I;
I feel safe here,
for you are the one who holds me.
Nestled here in your hair
I am loved;
you are holding me.

In the morning
when I hear you stirring
my heart pounds with excitement.
You are coming
to open my door,
coming to hold me.

Then from your hands
come smells and tastes,
and colors and shapes
I cannot begin to count.

Up and down
and back and forth
all day I dance
on my small stage
just to please you,
to hear you sing to me,
so I can sing back, too.

When dark comes
and you shelter me again
I want to tell you
how full of love my heart is,
how every night
I dream of having hands.
I want to
but I cannot say
I want to hold you, too.