I like to hold your hand
Creating sparks of electricity
That travel through my body
My toes, my head, my elbows
Sending jolts of gleeful reminders
“You love him; you think he’s pretty cool.”

I like to hold your hand
My heart puts on its tapping shoes
And performs an acrobatic masterpiece
It flips and shimmies, and shakes it all around
It skips and jumps and smiles as it goes

I like to hold your hand
It covers mine so well
Like the best friend that tells it
“Don’t worry I’m right here
I’ll keep you warm and safe.”

I like to hold your hand
I like to know it’s yours
I like to know it claims me
*“Hey, this one? Yeah, she’s mine.”