you have small hands.*
I looked at them,
How they shook
Always.
I suppose.
I placed them on my elbows,
Freezing.
Nervous.
Its okay- mine are smaller.
I looked at this girl,
Like I'd never seen a person
Before her
And placed my hand against hers,
both small, with graceful fingers
Finally grasping the concept
Of not always being alone.